Learning the truth.

ON MY PROFESSOR’S BED.

Chapter 131.

Author’s Pov.

Elena woke up with a slight headache, her head pounding admist the struggle to open her eyes.

When her eyes finally opened, she took in the sight of the blurry ceiling that she could easily detect was not the house she had left earlier for the club, and the ambiance, the unsettling air that hit against her skin caused a series of flashbacks from last night and that included the way a white handkerchief was being placed against her nose the way she had struggled to get lost from their grips and the way she had been dragged to the van as well as the way everything had happened, how she had gone blank, she remembered everything clearly.

She tried to move, to move her hands to her eyes and toss away the blurriness but her body was stifled and tied to a rope, she was on the and beside the beside bed, were rodes where the rope that tied her hands and legs were dragged to.

“I see the daughter of the late Damon has woken up all fiesty.”