This thing about being kidn*pped already has me rotten.
When I wake up, I feel a killer headache again but this time I know it is not caused by drugs, but by the heavy blow I received on the head when I tried to escape.
"Damn," I murmur, the words slipping from my dry lips and I am surprised when I hear an answer.
"Well, you're already awake."
I don't need to open my eyes to know who that voice belongs to.
"And you're here Sammara," I say, blinking slowly although luckily the light is dim. "I'm not surprised. Did they put you on the lookout again?
I quickly look at my surroundings and what if it surprises me is where we are.
"This is an airplane." My voice against my will sounds surprised. My gaze wanders all over the place, noting the luxurious details of the interior of the plane
