Her head was ringing. Everything felt too loud.
Evelyn blinked her eyes open, lifting her head to stare at her surroundings.
"Where am I…?"
The last thing she recalled was being dragged to the car. Nothing more after that.
Her gaze glided over to the wooden table in the room. There was no window. Everything was almost dark, and the only source of light was the small bulb above the ceiling.
She'd never felt so exhausted.
"Ugh," she grunted at the splitting headache, shifting her gaze around. "Where am I? Is somebody…is somebody there?"
"Oh, you're finally awake."
Evelyn tried to force her gaze up. She was on a bed, but her hands were tied to the headboard and she could barely lift herself.
Still, she knew who the voice belonged to.
Valerio.
The man rounded over to the bed where he stood and lowered his gaze to her face. "Did you sleep well?"
Evelyn stared into his eyes. Her chest was pounding. She was afraid.
