Lena's breath came in short, sharp gasps as she struggled to remain conscious. Her wrists burned from the tight ropes biting into her skin.
The dimly lit warehouse reeked of oil and dust, the cold concrete beneath her chilling her to the bone.
Panic clawed at her chest, but she swallowed it down. Think, Lena. Think.
She had been cautious, so damn careful. And yet, somehow, Reed had outmaneuvered her.
Reed's voice echoed through the space, sending a fresh wave of dread down her spine.
"You know, Lena, I never thought you'd end up here."
Reed stepped into the light, his face eerily calm, as if he weren't the one holding her captive.
Lena forced herself to meet his gaze, even as her stomach twisted violently. This is real. He did this.
"You drugged me," she said, her voice hoarse.
Reed gave a slow nod. "A necessary precaution. You wouldn't have come willingly."
Lena swallowed hard. "You didn't have to do this."
