Chapter eighty one
When Kendra awoke, she found herself in a dark, windowless room. Disoriented, she blinked rapidly, trying to adjust to the low light filtering through a crack in the door.
The room was bare, the walls cold and unwelcoming. She felt a surge of panic and quickly scanned the room for any means of escape, but there was nothing—just the solitary door.
Adrenaline kicked in, and Kendra stumbled to her feet, determination hardening her resolve. She rushed toward the door, ready to pound it down, when it suddenly swung open with force. The impact sent her sprawling back onto the floor.
"Where do you think you're going?" a voice sneered from the doorway.
Kendra's head snapped up, her eyes blazing with defiance. "Who the hell..." she began, but her words faltered as she saw the figure standing before her. Dana, eyes filled with fury, glared down at her.