Elisabeth's POV
Morning light crept through sheer curtains, cutting through the fog clouding my thoughts. When consciousness finally returned, agony exploded through my skull while every muscle in my body screamed in protest. Reality crashed down on me piece by piece until the full weight of yesterday's disasters hit me all at once: Jefferson's brutal rejection, drowning my sorrows at that dive bar, my confrontation with Alana, and then him—the predator I'd killed with my bare hands.
The recollection struck me like lightning, sending me shooting upright as panic seized my chest.
My eyes swept across this strange bedroom. Where the hell was I? How did I end up here?
I should be behind bars right now. I'd surrendered myself to the authorities. Everything after that remained frustratingly hazy, but I couldn't waste precious time trying to reconstruct those missing hours. I had to get out of here—figure out my location and somehow undo this mess.
