It was like waking from a nightmare. Joan Shaw's wrist ached, a pain so intense it felt like her hand was about to fall off.
She groggily opened her eyes to a hazy white light. She moved her hand away from her face and realized she was lying in a room, where white curtains swayed gently in the breeze.
'This isn't the room she shared with Finn Norris. Where could she be?'
The room wasn't luxurious. The bed she was on was just a hard plank, and the furniture was simple—nothing more than a table, a chair, and a small wardrobe.
'Where in the world am I?'
She opened her eyes and tried to sit up, but the moment she put weight on her left hand, she had to bite back a cry of pain.
Right. She remembered now. Yesterday, she had been on her way to register her marriage with Finn Norris, but Miles Xavier had suddenly appeared out of nowhere and dragged her into a car. He was the one who had hurt her hand.
