“Good Morning, Ms. Kane.” The deep rumble of a male’s voice had Kiara opening her eyes and squinting into the sunlight. Confusion mottled in her brain like cotton.
“Donovan?” She called out as she barely made out his features. “What’s going on?”
“Oh, nothing much. I’m using you as bait for the hook.” His tone was congenial, at war with the careless and vicious words coming out of his mouth.
“Bait? For what?” She asked in confusion as she pushed slowly into a seated position, her head spinning from the effort. The pain was so intense that she hadn’t truly focused on the meaning of his words and her throat was as dry as the Sahara.
“Why, for ZW-83 of course.” He responded with a pleasant laugh as he stepped fully into the room and kicked the door behind him. “But I’m sure you know him b
