Samantha's POV
As I battled to keep my eyes open, the globe whirled about me. Though my head felt weighty and my body weak, I pushed myself to concentrate. At first all I could make sense of was the cold floor under me and the low light overhead. Then I heard it—Jared's voice, that silky, irritating tone that always contained a coating of danger.
"Oh, nice. You are conscious.
I blinked, attempting to push through the fog covering my head. Jared was in front of me, sloppily leaning against a table, his eyes shining with contentment. Though my limbs were slow and the traces of whatever they had done to knock me out still weighed me down, I battled to move.
"Where is Adrian?" I rasped, dry in the throat.
Jared grinned, as though the question delighted him. "Don't worry; he is still aliv
