The warehouse was large....she'd caught enough of an impression in those final conscious seconds to know that.....and seeing it properly now confirmed it. A vast, high-ceilinged industrial space with skylights running along the roof ridge, the light coming through them pale and flat in the way that afternoon light went when it was heading toward evening.
Evening. She'd been out for hours then. Which meant Seb had already called Damien. Which meant Damien knew.
The thought of him steadied something in her chest that had been vibrating with barely controlled terror since the moment she'd fully registered her situation. Damien knew. Marcus was already moving. Whatever resources existed in that world of power and money and ruthless capability that Damien inhabited....they were being deployed right now, for her.
She was not alone in this. She just needed to survive until they found her.
Leave markers, she told herself. Think. What can you do from here?
