Isabella’s POV
My head hurts; I might need something to ease the pain. “Liam, baby, could you please give me something? My head is killing me,” I grunted, but nobody answered me. I moved my hand to where he usually sleeps, expecting to find it empty.
Perhaps he had worked to do, leave everything in check for our little honeymoon, but what I didn’t expect was to touch the cold floor instead of my soft mattress.
I opened my eyes quickly, which didn’t help with the pain, only to realize I was not in my room. In our room. No, instead, I was in a cell, a cold, damp cell, and suddenly, all my memories returned.
The cell was cold, the stone floor biting into my skin as I sat there, trying to piece together what had happened. The last thing I remembered was feeding Loki with Jensen. Then… th
