Meanwhile…
"Ugh…" Kiara grunted as she held her throbbing head, pushing herself up to sit.
Once her vision cleared, she finally noticed the room she was in. She glanced down at the bed and at the other person lying beside her.
Efraim, Henrik's son.
"Hey." She reached out, wincing as pain throbbed through her head. Shaking it lightly, she gently tried to rouse him. "Are you okay?"
Forcing herself to move despite the pounding in her skull, she scooted closer and checked Efraim's pulse. Fortunately, it was steady.
"It seems he just passed out as well," she whispered before scanning the bedroom.
It was simple but spacious.
Kiara crawled to the edge of the bed and dragged herself toward the door. She twisted the knob and pulled, but it only rattled.
"I knew it," she breathed, looking around more carefully. When she spotted the window, she approached it and slid the curtain aside.
