Jay had no idea what the hell happened after that. He woke up in the back of a van. His van. He couldn’t remember how he’d gotten there. His vision was blurry. He had trouble focusing on just about anything. He tried to move his head to look around but nothing happened. His first thought was that his spine was f****d. He tried to lash out with his arms and legs. No movement.
Where the hell was Damien?
Jay could still breathe, and he could still move his eyes. Not bad things, after all. Frantically, he looked around. Someone was sitting opposite him, on the other side of the weapons cage. She came into focus. Long hair, tied back. Cream skin. Self-assured composure.
‘Glad you could join us,’ Sophia said.
His mind raced. What had she done to him? He wanted to demand answers but his lips,
