Lucian's POV
A sharp, violent gasp tore from my throat. I choked, the air burning my lungs as I blinked rapidly against the darkness.
My eyes darted around the unfamiliar room. Shadows clung to the corners, and the air smelled heavily of damp concrete and rust. I threw my weight forward to stand, but a sudden jerk slammed me right back into place.
Heavy ropes were wound tight around my chest, binding my arms and pinning me to a thick wooden chair.
"Who the fuck brought me here?!" I roared, the sound echoing off the bare walls. "Why am I here?!"
I strained against the ropes, flexing my muscles to snap them. Nothing happened. A cold knot of panic tightened in my chest. I couldn't break them. In fact, I could barely lift my arms. My strength—the raw, crushing power that ran through my veins—was completely gone. It felt like my very blood had been replaced with lead.
How? How did I get here?
