Sandy's POV
I found myself sprawled across the bed, my gaze fixed on the stark white ceiling above. My thoughts swirled in chaotic patterns, fragments of memory refusing to piece themselves together. The details of how I had ended up unconscious remained frustratingly elusive, though instinct whispered that he had taken what he wanted from my blood before abandoning me to solitude.
His final words before darkness claimed me echoed relentlessly through my mind. The way he had spoken of Charles as his brother, the genuine shock in his voice when he realized Charles had never tasted my blood.
The meaning behind his revelation escaped me completely. Yet one truth crystallized with painful clarity.
If I harbored any hope of uncovering answers, of breaking free from Zayden and his web of control, I needed to abandon my mindless resistance.
