Hazel's POV
My eyes fluttered open to an unfamiliar ceiling—rough stone with veins of crystal that caught what little light filled the space. Not a hospital room. Definitely not Kael's mansion.
Where the hell was I?
I struggled to sit up, my body aching from whatever drugs still lingered in my system. The space around me seemed to be a cave, but not the cold, damp kind from horror movies. This one felt lived-in. Comfortable, even. Blankets and pillows surrounded me on a surprisingly soft makeshift bed. A few battery-powered lanterns cast a warm glow throughout the space.
"You're awake."
The gruff voice startled me. I whipped my head around to find a massive man standing at what appeared to be a small cooking station. His broad shoulders and scarred hands suggested someone dangerous, yet he was...making candy?
"Who are you?" My voice came out raspy. "Where am I?"