Faye's POV
The moment I opened my eyes, I realized I was in a foreign room. It wasn't the cottage, and it definitely wasn't Princess's club.
I was lying on a bed that felt too soft, and the second I tried to sit up, a sharp, stinging pain shot through my wrist. I pulled back my sleeve to check, but there was no visible injury. No blood, no bruises. Yet, it felt like my skin was being slit open over and over again by an invisible blade.
A dull migraine settled in right behind my eyes, making the room throb.
I looked around. There were no windows in this room, just four walls and a single wooden door. It felt like a high-end prison cell.
