The first thing Nnenna noticed was the ceiling. smooth, white, and painted with gold trim. It didn't match anything she had expected. Her eyes darted around, trying to make sense of the scene.
This… wasn't a warehouse.
She was lying on a large, soft bed pushed against the farthest wall of an enormous room.
The air smelled faintly of sandalwood, clean and warm, not damp and moldy like she had imagined a kidnapper's hideout would. The floor was polished marble, catching the glow from a chandelier overhead. Elegant curtains draped the windows, filtering in slivers of daylight. Whoever had taken them… they had style.
A cold prick in her arm drew her gaze down to the thin tube taped to her skin. An IV bag hung neatly from a stand beside her bed, dripping something clear into her veins. Her pulse kicked up.
