When Raine came to her senses, her head was pounding like a drum.
She pressed her fingers to her temples and forced herself to sit up, taking in her surroundings. As the memory of being ambushed resurfaced, her senses went on high alert.
"Awake, are we?" The sudden voice from behind sent a chill down her spine.
Raine stiffened, realizing she wasn't alone. The man had been in the room with her all along.
"Who are you?" she demanded, her voice trembling as she tried to turn her head.
"Don't move!" The man's sharp tone froze her in place, and a cold blade was pressed against her neck.
"You don't need to know who I am," he said with a sinister edge. "Just know that I work for Mr. Malcolm Drake."
Malcolm Drake.
The name alone sent a wave of dread washing over her. Whenever Malcolm was i
