Chapter FourWhen Nathan woke, he thought he had died and returned to another body once more. How else to explain the warm breeze blowing into the stark white room? Except he had not returned to that terrifying cold space of nothingness — the Darkness — which suggested that he might not have died. If that was true, then where the hell was he?
He sat up, expecting his body to ache and swoon from the abuse it had endured, but he felt fine. His well-defined chest bore no scars from the bullets. He wore only boxers. Nothing made sense to him. He recalled the woman who had flown into the office like a ninja and took out three strong men with ease. Had she brought him here?
He looked around the room — Queen-sized bed with a white comforter, white walls, peach and white dresser and a white wicke
