Kai woke up feeling his throat dry. He groaned, shifting a little so he could swallow his saliva.
He stared at the ceiling of the room. A beautiful chandelier hung above him. The ceiling was painted with dogs and abstract carvings. He glanced at the ornaments and walls, which were covered in ancient designs.
He had been in that room before. But why was he there again? He couldn't remember anything.
His last memory...
Oh!
Kai sat up abruptly, his heart racing. He checked his arms. Both were still there—intact.
He breathed a sigh of relief. Vlad hadn't cut them off?
He touched his neck and shoulders. There was pain. His head was still spinning, and his body felt incredibly weak.
Kai looked around the spacious room. No one was there. It was quiet.
He looked toward the door that led to the open balcony. The wind made the curtains flutter, but there was no one outside.
Silence. Only darkness. And the moon, hanging beautifully in the sky.
Where was Vlad?
Krruuuukkk... Krrrkk...
