The first thing Lila felt was the cold.It wasn't the refined, climate-controlled chill of the Sterling penthouse; it was a damp, bone-deep frost that smelled of old rust, river silt, and stagnant water. Her head throbbed with a rhythmic, stabbing pain, a parting gift from the chemical-soaked rag that had dragged her into the dark.She forced her eyes open, her lashes heavy and matted. Her vision swam, blurred and dizzy, finally settling on the cracked concrete floor of an abandoned warehouse. She tried to move her hands, but they were pulled tight behind her back, zip-tied to a rusted metal chair. The jagged plastic bit into her wrists, making her skin sting."You always did have a dramatic way of waking up, Lila."The voice was smooth, Lila’s head snapped up, the movement sending a fresh wave of nausea through her. Emerging from the deep shadows of the rafters, his hands tucked casually into the pockets of a bespoke suit, was Julian Sterling.He looked so much like Adrian it made he
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