Meanwhile…
"Ugh…" Lola grunted, her neck stiff and her mind buzzing. Her brows crinkled as she reached for her nape. The moment her hand touched her neck, her brows rose, and her eyes cracked open.
Am I not bound? — was the first thought that came to her mind.
Her vision adjusted slowly, growing clearer after a few blinks. The second it did, deep lines appeared between her brows.
"Where…" she trailed off, trying to make sense of the place she had woken up in.
High walls. Intricate carvings on the ceiling. The place was dim, lit only by sconces mounted on pillars and rows of candles burning quietly.
It was only then that Lola realized she was lying on a marble floor and that… while she might not be bound, she couldn't feel her legs at all.
Lola pushed herself up into a sitting position, only to notice someone several meters away from her. Her brows tightened.
