Leilani.
My promise to Scarface was the only thing I thought about as my eyes slowly drifted open several hours later, and when this happened, I noticed to my horror that I was laying on a cold damp floor, on my right side, with heavy metal clasps wrapped around my ankles and wrists.
The metals burned when I moved, even though it was only slightly, and it made red burn marks sear across my skin, gleaming like red bloody streaks on snow.
My body felt so sore and so stiff, one would think I had been beaten up by a hundred rogue wolves all at once, and my head, already aching from hitting it against the headrest, throbbed with a burning headache as I tried to lift my head off the floor.
Tears burned at the corners of my eyes when I forcefully pushed myself to a sitting position, but those tears soon dried up when I saw Jarek sitting by a corner of the dark room with his head lolled to the side and his eyes closed as if asleep.
