Chapter 55

• GISELLE
• I blinked my eyes open, taking in my surroundings as a killer headache pierced my skull. I winced, my eyes falling shut. The next thing I noticed was the bindings around my wrists and ankle.
• Luckily, my hands weren't tied behind my back, or this would've been an uncomfortable position. I laid on my side on a mattress that smelled like detergent. I immediately missed the smell of the bed back at Nicholas's house. It smelled like him; warm, manly, and comforting.