Chapter 66

I taste the salt in my mouth before I gain consciousness fully. It doesn't alarm me as much as the tight binds eating into my wrists and ankles. I am bound to a cold metal chair, and the room is bare with dull walls, dark except for a lone light bulb that keeps fluttering. It could as well have been off. I can't judge the size of the room because of the dimness, but I get the sense that it is a huge building. A warehouse, probably. And I am confined to a corner of it.

Panic floods into my bloodstream as the last of my consciousness slids into place. I feel a revolt so foreign that it shocks me to the core.

Tyler. At my apartment complex. Those cold, emotionless blue eyes. The sneer that marred his face, transforming his usual handsome features into a severe hateful mask.

That scream I heard before passing out was undeniably Ashley's. My heart slams around in my ribcage with the implication of what it meant for Tyler to have been in my apartment. For Ash