I awoke gradually, and awake was entirely subjective at that point.
My eyes were heavy, but I felt the familiar cold sinking into my bones.
Bars. Cold steel. The stale smell of decay.
My head pounded and my body ached. I wasn’t even sure the words at least I’m alive were relevant. The sinking in my stomach confirmed that, because things were about to turn out very differently than before.
The scene before me was familiar, eerily so. A sort of déjà vu.
I sat up, and darkness enveloped the room. My heartbeat skyrocketed because I knew Domenico wasn’t hiding in the shadow. A fate worse than death slithered in the black.
“Awake now?” Roman said as he emerged from the shadows.
“Let me out of here,” I growled.
“Oh, kitty got her claws, huh? A little bit of freedom and suddenly you’re a b
