Chapter Ten
Isabella
My head…
My God…
Why does my head feel like this?
Like it’s not really there.
Like it’s… not quite attached to my body.
I rasp out a sharp breath and force my eyes open only to snap them shut again as bright rays of sunlight blind me.
Instinctively I turn my head to the side and try again. I open my eyes and find it’s less bright on this side but what am I looking at?
I blink several times and try to focus my gaze on the scene before me of waves crashing against a large rock formation.
Waves as in the sea. But there’s no sea for miles where I live, and … it doesn’t look like that. Like I could be somewhere tropical.
I move my head from side to side looking around the room that looks like some type of hotel suite. The realization sends a shiver of panic through me as I realize I’m not home. The panic worsens when it dawns on me I can’t remember anything.
Grogginess makes my body limp, and my mind is so fuzzy I can’t quite connect my thoughts, but I manage to sit up. And that’s when I see what I’m wearing.
It’s looks like a hospital gown. I lift the edge and gasp when I realize I’m naked underneath. No panties, no bra, just the gown. The horrific realization constricts my lungs, and I can’t swallow past the lump that’s formed in my throat.
Jesus what happened to me?
Where am I?
How did I get here?
What happened?
Bringing my hand to my head I wince as I try hard to remember and can’t. Nothing is coming to my mind though. I can’t push past the barrier of fog that’s engulfed my mind, stopping me from piecing together what I need to remember.
I slide off the bed and my bare feet connect with the stone floor, too cold for my feet. The coolness makes me shiver even though the room temperature is quite warm.
Ahead of me the wall is glass and all I can see is the sea. I turn and see a sliding door to my left at the end of the glass and it looks like it leads on to a balcony. There’s a stony pavement outside.
Gathering my strength, I rush up to it, thankful my legs can carry me. I’m even more thankful when the door slides open. I was right, there’s a pavement and it actually leads out to a terraced area filled with palm trees and bougainvillea. I recognize the flowers from my travels to the Mediterranean and tropical countries.
My damn heart sinks below my feet, however, when I assess my surroundings and realize there’s not actually a way out of where I am. I’m high up and there’s nothing but the sea around me. From where I am the sea looks deep. Very deep. And angry. The waves roll in and out around the rocks, clashing against them with a force that shows the sea reigns here and anyone who dares to venture into it had better beware.
God… where am I?
Where the hell am I? I need to think and try hard to remember what happened. I need to remember how I got here.
I run my hand through my hair which is a matted mess. It’s still in a ponytail but the band has been loosened and the ends are tangled. I touch the back of my neck and wince when it feels sore. The area feels slightly bruised like I’ve been bitten by something.
When I run my thumb over the skin an image pops into my head. I see bright blue eyes on a handsome man I didn’t know was the devil.
Tristan…
Everything comes tumbling to the forefront of my mind and I remember it all.
Tristan stuck me with something and now I’m here!