Tiara's POV
I woke to the smell of dust and pine, my body one giant throb of pain. The ceiling above me was wood beams – not hospital, not my place. Somewhere strange. Somewhere hidden.
My shoulder burned like someone had stuck a hot poker in it, and my mouth felt like it was stuffed with cotton. I tried to sit up. Bad idea. The room spun, and my stomach lurched.
"Easy." A man's voice. "The drugs are still wearing off."
I turned my head, wincing at the stiffness in my neck. Victor. Raven's right-hand man. He sat in a chair by the window, gun resting casually on his thigh. The late afternoon sun cast long shadows across his face.
"Where am I?" My voice came out raspy, barely a whisper.
"Somewhere safe." He didn't look at me, eyes fixed on something outside the window. "For now."
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