Chapter 7
When Kai came to, it was to an instant awareness of overwhelming agony. The memory of being shot was far clearer than he would like, but what came after was somewhat foggy. He knew the bullet had passed straight through his collar bone, probably shattering it and likely clipping his airway, judging by the sensation of breathlessness that had plagued him.
His attacker had been standing over him with an illuminated gun pointed right at his face. The next thing he knew, Naoki had been wavering on his feet, and then a blaze of light and a blast of cold had assaulted him.
He’d been weaving in and out of consciousness since the shooting, slipping into memories of a woman submerged in the bathtub like a sleeping angel mingled with sights and sounds that didn’t belong in that space an
