(BLUE'S POV)
I woke up three days later chained to a metal bed and thirsty as hell.
That alone should have been shocking enough.
But the real shock?
I wasn't dead.
I was absolutely certain I should have been dead.
Instead, I found myself lying in a small room that looked like it had been designed by someone who hated sunlight. The place was dark—no windows, no lamps, nothing. Just thick shadows clinging to the walls.
And yet…
I could see everything perfectly.
Every corner. Every scratch on the metal walls. Every dusty footprint on the floor.
That was strange.
Very strange.
That should have also terrified me. But it didn't. Because something else caught my attention.
Standing near the door were two familiar figures. Jeremy and Sofia. My father's closest friends.
Except… they weren't standing beside me. They were standing far away, near the door, like they didn't want to come any closer, like they were afraid of me.
And the looks on their faces…
God.
