Alessia Mancini
The world swam into focus, blurry shapes solidifying into the dim outlines of a sparsely furnished room. My head throbbed with each pulse of my heart, a dull ache that radiated from behind my eyes. The metallic taste of blood lingered on my tongue.
Bianchi's features swam into view, his silver hair gleaming in the low light. A shark-like smile played across his lips as he loomed over me.
"How are you feeling, little lioness? Have you decided to play ball?" His voice was silky smooth, belying the predatory glint in his steel-grey eyes.
I forced out a laugh, wincing at how it grated against my parched throat. "Of course I haven't, Bianchi." The words came out as a hoarse whisper.
He shrugged, the motion fluid and graceful. "We've had you for three days now, Alessia. It's
