Eleanor's POV
My body felt like it was made of lead. Every muscle was heavy and sore as I slowly swam back to consciousness. I blinked my eyes open, staring at a ceiling I'd never seen before. It was smooth and modern, with recessed lighting.
What happened?
The memories flooded back in a sickening rush. The party. Priscilla. Mr. Hans. The needle. The purple liquid. Then… a power so overwhelming it felt like my very soul was tearing apart.
I pushed myself up onto my elbows, my head spinning. That's when I noticed the IV drip taped to my arm, a clear liquid flowing into my vein. I looked around, my heart starting to pound. This wasn't a hospital. It was a bedroom, but unlike any I'd ever seen.
The walls were a sleek grey, the furniture minimalist and expensive. The air hummed with the quiet, powerful sound of advanced electronics. This felt like the private room of someone very, very important.
