**Lynn's POV**

Pain drags me back to consciousness.

I force my eyes open.

Not the warehouse. Somewhere else.

A desk. Massive, dark wood. Bookshelves lining the walls. The scent of cedar and coffee and something else—something that makes my stomach clench and my heart ache at the same time.

Grayson.

I'm in his office.

My hands jerk—metal clinks against metal. Silver handcuffs bind my wrists together in my lap, the burn immediate and nauseating. ...