Chapter 18
When a blur of light streamed in between Sean’s awakening, narrowly open eyelids, he gasped and quickly spun to his back. Feeling he was still under attack, he instinctively threw a wild punch into the air above him. He connected with nothing.
The abrupt movement was followed by a wave of pain that tore through his skull, and a sense in his stomach that he might need to vomit. He held his forearm in front of his eyes, dimming the penetrating glare from the overhead light.
His throat was dry, as if he hadn’t had a thing to drink in a week. He let out a heaving cough and turned to his side, realizing for the first time that he was no longer in his living room.
It wasn’t hardwood that was sprawled out beneath him, but concrete, gray in color and cold to the touch. In fact, it w
