“You two are getting along well,” Draven’s voice snickers through my sleepy haze.
My eyes snap open, and a string of expletives sound in my head. The drugs they continue to inject into me are causing me to be too drowsy. Too out of it. I can’t protect myself or my pup if I can’t even hear when someone comes into this stupid f*****g room.
“Don’t get your panties twisted, Marcus,” Slade mutters behind me. His voice sounds far hoarser than mine has, and I silently wonder how much more they’re drugging him. If we’re going to get out of here, it’s going to be together. “We’re not playing house down here.”
Marcus laughs, the sound deep and booming. There is something behind it that makes the hairs on my neck stand up. Moments later, he pulls something from his back pocket.
A black and whi
