CHAPTER 17
Lia lay on a hard surface, looking up at something plain and white. She felt no curiosity about where she had ended up, only a sort of detached awareness. She studied a white popcorn ceiling above her as a dusty fan circled round and round and round.
“Did you wake up, sleeping beauty?” an oily voice demanded, “or are you still hiding in a cowardly stupor?”
She didn’t respond to his insult. What does it matter anyway? His opinion means nothing to me. Less than nothing. If this man disapproves of me, surely I’ve done something right. She ignored him, watching the fan slowly circle.
“I ought to take you back to the beast. He’ll make you react.”
He’s angry he can’t upset me. Interesting.
An image slid in front of her eyes. Her body, suspended, panting between this oily man and
