Chapter 18
Orlando Pike’s Fortress, Olinda
Iwas back in the empty sensie room, Drac still huddled in the corner muttering to himself. The light hadn’t changed, but two other things had changed.
I was hungry. Ravenous. I needed to pee, the pressure like a knife in my gut.
A human man stood beside the door. Thin and hard, wearing a tight white shirt without sleeves. The thin material revealed a body sculpted and heavily muscled. His skin was dark brown and marked by patterns of scars along his bulging muscles. His hair was long and gray, matted into tendrils, and within each glinted glistening strands. He wore black shorts that, like the shirt, clung to thick hard thighs and ended just above the knee. His lower legs and feet were bare.
I knew the man. Orlando Pike. Infamous collector, p
