TALLIA
It took a lot of effort, but I managed to get my eyes to open and take in the world around me.
I was lying on a hay covered floor. The surrounding building looked like a barn, and thin shafts of light streamed through the wide slats between the planks that made up the wall.
“Ah, you’re awake,” a deep, smooth voice said.
I frowned and slowly sat up. My body still felt weak and shaky after being drugged.
My eyes fell on a large male standing several feet away and staring at me like I was the prize of the century.
He was around six-foot-four and heavily muscled. His skin held a nice golden tan, and his hair was brown and buzzed short. There was something familiar about his features. He had a sharp, clean-shaven jawline, a slightly crooked nose, and dark green eyes that were locked on me.
Behind him, sitting against the wall with his arms wrapped around his knees, was a man I recognized. Thomas. I frowned at him.