Wil woke up to the unsettling sensation of his arms being pinned behind him, rough hands dragging him across the cold ground. His head was throbbing, and his vision blurred as he tried to make sense of where he was. The last thing he remembered was Sierra. her soft smile, her warmth—and then the sharp sting of betrayal. She had injected something into him. She had drugged him when he just finished it and relaxed to sleep.
His heart ached at the thought of her. The woman he had trusted with everything. The woman he loved. And now, she had betrayed him.
As his vision cleared, he realized he was being carried through a dim, cavernous space that smelled of damp wood and age. Faint shafts of light filtered through cracked stained glass windows, casting eerie shadows across the floor. The place resembled a long-abandoned church—dusty pews, a crumbling altar, and a sense of decay all around him.
