I open my eyes, and the brightness of the room forces me to close them again immediately. After adjusting a bit more, I notice I’m in a white room. An IV is inserted into my hand.

As I look around, my gaze stops on the man sitting elegantly on a black leather chair, typing quickly on a laptop resting on his lap.

“You’re awake,” he says without lifting his gaze from the computer, catching me off guard—I didn’t expect him to speak.

“What did you do to Erick?” I ask, and suddenly I notice his brow