FIFTEEN
EVERYTHING WAS BACK. Her sight. Sound. Awareness. Where was she?
Her eyes scanned the space. Clinical white floor, sterile walls, steel workstations. Glass cabinets held vials and equipment. Was it a hospital? A laboratory.
She wanted to take in more of the space, but her head was fixed in place. Her attempt to touch the restraint was impossible because her hands were immobilized too.
A curtain hung across the wall in front of her. It didn’t reach the floor but seemed… ominous.
“What’s going on?” she asked, not that she could see anyone.
“What’s going on…?”
The drawled question in that arrogant tone. Zeus. Yeah, she wished she didn’t recognize it.
“You’re sick,” she said, unnerved that his voice came from behind.
Anything could be going on back there. Anyone could be there
