Her eyes opened groggily, focusing and unfocusing as her head pounded as if someone was taking a hammer to her skull. Arabella groaned, attempting to hold her head before realising that her hands had been tied behind her back. That was when the previous few hours came back to her in a rush. The wedding! The celebration and the Rogues! A deep dread settled deep within her stomach as she recalled the moment she had passed out in the ballroom, the look of horror on Alaric’s face as her vision had faded to black.
Looking around the room, she noticed that she was in a small wooden shack of sorts, almost looking like someone’s office – with a rickety wooden desk residing in the corner and an empty bookshelf alongside it. A few candles dotted the room, throwing odd shadows that seemed to peer m
