Eliza’s POV
The sharp, throbbing pain in my head was the first thing I became aware of as I slowly regained consciousness. I groaned, struggling to move, but my arms were bound, my wrists chafing against cold, unyielding chains. My breath came in ragged gasps as I blinked into the pitch-black darkness, trying to make sense of my surroundings.
The faint sound of water slapping against something solid reached my ears. A boat? No, it was more than that. It was rhythmic and endless. A wave of realization washed over me. I was on a ship.
Terror gripped me as I tugged at the restraints, my weak muscles straining against the chains. Tears welled up in my eyes as the hopelessness of the situation sank in. My voice trembled as I whispered, "Cavin, please find me..."
I closed my eyes, trying to conjure the image of his face—his smirks, his piercing gaze, his protective embrace. I could almost hear his deep voice promising to keep me safe, but now he wasn’t here, and I was alone.