Chapter Twenty-One
“Justice does not descend from its own pinnacle.”
― Dante Alighieri, Purgatorio
I woke up in pain, completely disoriented, on a much softer surface than I expected, next to the body of a man. Panic shot through me as I tried to gather myself, but the pain in my skull escalated yet again. My eyes were hurting too when I tried to see where I ended up this time. A wave of familiar cologne permeated the air. Part of me wondered if hell really existed or maybe it was just one big fat lie.
This wasn’t how I imagined the pits would look. And when I felt movement next to me, I exhaled with relief, knowing that I wasn’t in the feared underworld. My senses registered a sexy alpha male next to me. Whatever Alexis did…worked. She obviously didn’t like the fact that I had learnt
