Ghost POV
I wake up on cold concrete, and my head feels like it’s been split open with a hammer. Every muscle in my body aches, and my jaw throbs with a slow, deep pulse that tells me exactly what happened.
That crazy b***h knocked me out.
I groan and roll onto my side, my hand dragging over the rough pavement as I push myself up enough to look around.
The body’s gone, of course it is.
I curse under my breath, not even trying to move for a few minutes. My limbs are stiff, my back is f****d, and my ribs feel like she might’ve gotten a few good hits in while I was out. Wouldn’t surprise me. She’s the type to kick a man while he’s down and then smile while doing it.
Eventually, I force myself upright and take stock of the damage. My jeans are torn across the thigh, the button’s missing,
