Valentina heard soft voices somewhere nearby, but they were fuzzy as though speaking through a film. She blinked open her eyes to stare at an unfamiliar ceiling. Her body felt sluggish and heavy, and she tried to flex her hands and get her limbs to cooperate.
“You’re awake,” a gentle voice murmured.
She turned her head, trying to focus on the man standing beside her. His dark hair and hazel eyes were more than a little familiar. She frowned, trying to recall the memory. It was Brant, the security officer from the towers. More memories came rushing back, and with them, a sharp fury. Valentina pushed herself upright in bed, sloughing off her confusion and grogginess for something far more dangerous.
Sergei was standing on the far side of the room watching her. How dare he sit at her bedsi
