Chapter 41

The Prey

I woke up with a pounding head and confusion. For a second I couldn’t recognise where I was.

Blinking against the haziness, the room slowly came into focus. My thoughts scattered like shards of glass, and cut deeper into my pounding skull. The scent of oud and sandalwood—though faint, yet unmistakable—had me have a mini heart attack.

Judas.

My pulse quickened and panic threaded through the fog. Heavy curtains were draped over the windows and I realised the room heating system was on.

I tried to sit up, but the dizziness pulled me back, pinning me to the bed. The events leading up to this moment were a blur, fragmented images that refused to piece together. How did I end up here? What happened?

My fingers curled into the soft sheets as I fought to reclaim my scattered thoughts.

And then my eyes widened, heart stuttering as I threw off the thick blanket in a panic. Goodness gracious.

That bastard.

I stared