Third Person POV
He groaned, feeling the back of his head, blood smearing on his fingers. His head was throbbing, but the wound was almost completely healed. He would have a headache, but he would survive, a few aches and pains but nothing minor. He sat up, wondering how long he’d been unconscious, swearing under his breath. The b***h had gotten to him when he’d descended the stairs, shoving him so hard that he’d been taken off balance and fallen, unable to stop himself from rolling down and hitting his head against the steps and falling to the ground. But he couldn’t have anticipated that she wouldn’t have been chained up. She was meant to be. He’d been planning on it. How had the little b***h managed to get herself free?
The things he’d had planned for her he thought glumly, the antici
