Charlotte didn't know how long she had been unconscious, but when she fluttered her eyes open, everything around her felt unfamiliar.
She was sitting in the middle of a room with cold steel walls. The lighting was terrible, there were only three dim light bulbs hung from the ceiling, barely illuminating the space.
Her heart pounded in her chest. Fear crept up her spine as she realized that she had been kidnapped by her own chauffeur.
No. Maybe he wasn't really her chauffeur.
Maybe the real one was dead, and someone had taken his place.
But why?
Why would someone go this far to take her? Was this about Julian?
Damon had told her that Julian might have connection to the rogue werewolves that had started wreaking havoc in Northbridge, especially after Julian began running from the people who wanted to sue him over his products.
"Good morning, baby."
Charlotte froze in place. She held her breath for a moment, not daring to lift her head.
That voice.
That nickname.
