(Isabella’s POV)
My eyes flutter open. Gooseflesh spreads down my arms and bare legs. I sit up too fast, and the room spins. My vision is cloudy. Water droplets drip down rusty brown walls, and I whip my head from side to side, realizing where I am.
My mouth hangs open as my brown eyes widen at the sight straight ahead of me—bars. I swivel to place my bare feet on the concrete ground. A jolt shoots through the soles of my feet and spreads to my heels and up my legs. It’s like I’m standing on ice.
I look down and realize I’m in a hospital gown. How did I get here? How did I end up in a hospital gown? Who put me in it? What dungeon am I in?
My heart races in my chest. It feels like a drum beating inside me. I gasp, reaching for air that I can’t quite grab. My hands are so cold, my finge
