LILIANA
The next time I’m conscious, I hear the angry voice of a man threatening to raise hell on someone. I don’t know how long I’ve been out but I do know that I crave complete silence to clear this buzzing in my head.
That is until fragments of the conversation floats over to my hearing. “...the hell is that even possible? How could you make such a costly mistake?”
“I swear, it was an oversight, Pakhan. Nothing intentionally done.”
“Quietly now,” someone hushes the person. It sounds like Alice. She steps up to my side and cradles one of my hands in her very warm ones. “She’s stirring awake.”
The voices stop talking at once. That’s when I open my eyes to blinding lights and a pair of mismatched eyes staring down at me with deep concern etched between those brows. He looks like he’d
