R A Y V I N
Trying to get myself to wake up, I felt a presence before me. Opening my eyes, I winced in pain. My head hurt, and my body ache more than before. I was lying on the bare floor. Gently, I reached for the source of the pricking pain on my head, the side of my head was plastered. The banging headache reminded me that I was still in this awful place.
“You sustained a cut during your altercation with Victoria,” Saint mumbled.
Altercation my ass. I blinked, trying to clear my sight, and observe my new unfamiliar environment. It was a smaller space with no bed, an old armchair and one bulb hanging loose in the middle of the room. I looked at Saint, and he was sitting uncomfortably in the chair. He must have been watching me all this while.
He helped me up and guided me to the chai
