Irene didn’t get the medallion for Passing Out the Most as she thought she’d get. She had been knocked unconscious, again. Damn it, she cursed. When she opened her eyes, it was blurry. The room was dark she could barely see. Then she realized her hands were tied behind her back and she had duct tape over her mouth.
“Mm, mm!” She yanked her hands but the rope was too tight. “Mm!” her voice was muffled again. She tried to take in her surroundings as best as she could. She squinted her eyes, focusing on the lights that fell on the people beside he. To her right, sat someone tall and lean. She assumed it was Fleur. To her left was the familiar silhouette of Logan. Both were unconscious.
She nudged Fleur with her head, then did the same Logan, hoping it would wake them up. When they didn’t wa
