Pia felt the same last pain she felt on her shoulder before she blacked out as she opened her eyes slowly.
She stood up slowly from where she was laid on a bed and assessed the room slowly. It was a small room with a floor to ceiling window covered by a grey curtain which blew away briefly by the cool breeze from the balcony.
The room had a small TV and a mini table in which empty bottles of whisky and half-smoked cigarette were dumped. A figure was standing by the balcony and she recognized it to be Hunter immediately by the eagle tattoo plastered beneath his shoulder.
He was shirtless and was only in grey pants. Hunter turned and his face soften once his eyes settled on Pia.
He walked in with a glass of whisky. Pia sprinted back, hitting her back on the wall when Hunter moved clos
