I woke to a pounding headache, my mind foggy as I tried to piece together where I was. The soft carpet beneath my cheek felt unfamiliar. Panic surged through me when I realized I couldn't move my hands—they were bound behind me with something tight.
"Finally awake, are we?"
Miles Lawrence. Not Victor.
Memory crashed back like a tidal wave. The dinner, the drugged tea, my escape from Victor... only to run straight into Miles in the hotel corridor. He'd caught me as I stumbled, appearing to help but instead dragging me into this room.
"Let me go," I managed, my voice raspy and weak.
Miles chuckled, crouching beside me. "I don't think so, Aurelia. You've caused quite enough trouble for one night."
I struggled against my restraints, which I now recognized as a necktie. My head spun from the drugs still coursing through my system, but my wolf was alert, snarling beneath my skin.
