BRIELLE’S POV
Brielle awoke slowly, her eyes opening briefly before quickly closing them again as she came into direct contact with the hearth's bright, burning fire.
She tried to make sense of the strange environment by turning her pounding head to the left side and stretching her ears to the noise she could hear nearby.
She attempted to move a little, her eyes drowsy and her head still throbbing, but as soon as she felt the slow push of an iron chain in her hands, the memories flooded back in an instant.
The dressing room, the red-haired blondes, the auction ring, Mr. Shawn telling her to look up, the stranger, and then…
Her eyes opened in a flash, and this time luckily for her, the burning light from earlier was no more, and instead, she heard a murmur and some movement too.
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