Becca woke up slowly, and in a fuzzy grog. She felt as if she had been drugged. Her eyes tracked across the hotel room, but it took her brain half a second to catch up. The back of her head throbbed like someone had punched her. She wanted to rub the wound, but her hands were tied behind a chair.
Slowly, she remembered how she got here. Garamanthus taking control of her body after waking up from a dreamless sleep. Running through the snow. Stealing a car and driving downtown. Busting into a hotel with a death wish.
God.
The guards had detained her. They must have knocked her out. How long had she been asleep?
The hotel room sharpened around her. She was in the same lavish suite. A glass of half-drunk rum sat on the counter. It was the same glass the leader had been drinking before his
