Chapter 97 : Bad Dreams

*Shelby*

I woke up in a pitch-black room. I expected to find the hard marble floor of the art gallery at my back, but instead, I was lying on a soft bed surrounded by a fluffy goose-down comforter. The back of my head throbbed with pain, and I had no idea where I was or how I got there.

My eyes hadn’t adjusted to the room, so I couldn’t see my surroundings, which only caused the panic to rise up in my chest again.

“Michael!” I screamed, praying that he was somewhere close enough to hear me, to come and save me.

I heard the door hit the wall with force as someone rushed into the room without a second glance at the door. A dark figure rushed in from the doorway, and I nearly flinched away. My eyes adjusted and focused on Michael, who immediately wrapped his arms around me and held me until I got control of my breathing.

Through the small visibility of Michael’s embrace, I eventually realized I was back in the master bedroom of the townhouse, which made no sense.