Chapter 158: The Prisoner’s Return
(Vanessa’s POV)
My consciousness gradually returned like emerging from a deep, dark well. The world came back to me in fragments - cold metal beneath my body, the rumble of an engine, the sway of movement.
I turned my eyes to look around, blinking against the darkness. I found myself in a confined space, much like the cramped room on Frederick Warner’s vessel. The walls were metal, closing in on all sides.
Sensing the steady movement and vibration, I realized I was likely in a truck. This dark space must be the cargo compartment. My clothes were still damp from my near-drowning experience in the frigid ocean, but someone had given me a thick blanket.
They were probably afraid I would freeze to death before reaching their destination. Even mercen
