Grace - POV
When my eyes finally opened, the world around me was hazy, the edges of my vision blurred. It took a moment for the room to come into focus. Three figures sat in front of me, their faces shadowed in the dim, gothic light that filled the room. As my vision cleared, I realized it was Jacob, Grayson, and Zane. They were watching me carefully, concern etched into their faces.
But this wasn’t a place I recognized. The dark, heavy decor, the oppressive atmosphere—it was nothing like where I thought I had been. Panic surged within me. “Where... where am I?” My voice was hoarse, the words stumbling out as I tried to make sense of everything.
“You’re in my condo,” Zane said softly, his voice cutting through the fog in my mind. My eyes found his, and suddenly, memories slammed into me
