Maisie
A sigh slipped from my lips as my lashes fluttered open.
The black bedpost loomed above me, annoyingly familiar. Dark sheets hugged my skin, carrying a rich, masculine scent that made my nose twitch. I tried to move, but my limbs felt like overcooked spaghetti.
Sunlight poured through tall windows. One glance outside and my stomach dropped. Waterfall.
I was back at the mansion.
I went to shield my eyes and—clink. My left hand wouldn't budge. Neither would the right.
Frowning, I looked up. Thick steel cuffs locked both wrists to the headboard.
What in the actual hell?
I started yanking like a lunatic, adrenaline flooding my system, and then, the sheets slid down. I was completely naked underneath.
"Oh, you've got to be kidding me."
My Lycan was purring insane things into my skull. I swore she was muttering the recipes for a strawberry shortcake. Or maybe I was just losing my mind.
Ignoring her, I yanked harder. The steel didn't even creak. Panic twisted in my gut.
