Meanwhile though, we had a major problem on our hands. For the moment, escape loomed rather larger as a priority.
Where the hell was I.
I was freezing cold, for one thing. I still wore my flimsy satin evening gown, and nothing much else. My shoes had fallen off my feet during transit; either that or they’d been intentionally taken from me. The knives I’d been holding were, of course, gone, as was the third blade I kept in a thigh-sheathe.
I wasn’t bound, which was curious, but convenient.
I could smell water. Neither fresh nor salt: stagnant, dead water. And something else: mild decay, not that of biological matter but of old, rotting wood and earth.
A derelict building, in all likelihood. Had I been dumped at the old car factory, the one Tai had said was hosting the auction? That wou
