Grace POV

Pain throbs behind my eyes.

I force them open. Darkness. Unfamiliar ceiling. The air smells wrong—damp stone and mildew.

'Where—'

The party. Alice's birthday. Damien's face in the crowd.

Then nothing.

'He took me. He fucking took me.'

My head spins. I try to sit up.

Hands seize my throat.

I gasp. The grip tightens, shaking me violently. My skull cracks against something hard—wood, maybe a chair back.

"You fucking ...