Chapter 2.
REAGAN’S MOUTH WAS so dry. Endone did that, of course. He’d forgotten.
But as he checked his once aching body and found sweet relief from the pain, it was well worth the cracked lips and parched tongue. His head didn’t feel like it was stuck in a vise anymore either, and his breathing was easier now.
He blinked awake slowly, forcing his eyes to open and then focus by pure will. It took a minute longer than it should have, but when he achieved his goal, he could finally see everything around him.
He had a good look around the plain white room he’d been brought to. Nothing weird to report off the cuff, yet he knew in his gut that something wasn’t right here.
Reagan clenched his abs for support and hefted himself up with effort, hissing as pain curled up and spread out through
