Arya's POV
My eyes eased open to darkness; my vision was blurry, and it took me a few seconds to adjust to the room. I groan as my head pounds and try to raise my hand to touch it, but they are bound by something. Who could have kidnapped me? I close my eyes and try to connect with my brother, but a mental block prevents me. Whosoever drugged me must have used enough wolfsbane to knock out my Lycan.
'Emy,' I called out to my Lycan, but she didn't answer.
I sit up straight and take in my surroundings. It's a decent room with a big bed and sofa, it has two doors leading somewhere, and I can tell we are near water. I inhale to catch any familiar scents, but none stand out. The door to the room opens, and I turn around to see a lovely woman in her early forties. She has dark hair that cascades down her back, even though it's in a tight bun, and cute glasses.
