Chapter 224

The basement smelled of damp concrete and rust.

Siena woke to the cold bite of metal against her wrists. Her head throbbed, vision blurry, the chloroform still clinging to the back of her throat like sour milk. She tried to move and realized she was chained to a metal chair bolted to the floor. Thick leather cuffs bit into her skin. A single bare bulb hung from the ceiling, swinging slightly, cast