It was that darned kiss, thought Dragomir. He was still heady from it, a mere kiss and nothing else. He barely even got to hold her, and then she was gone.
But of course, Tartarus would cheat. Just when Dragomir thought he and Serafina had some kind of connection beyond surviving together or avoiding killing each other, the scene would change.
And it changed completely.
The former mercenary found himself in an unfamiliar world. It was a factory, with its old and rusty pillars and the constant smell of plastic and something burning. But what could be burning here when it looked like it was churning out cheap clothes? Were there dangerous chemicals he needed to be aware of to protect himself from?
For some reason, Dragomir knew that he was supposed to work there. It could be because
