Huan groaned, unable to see anything. He was sure his body was being dragged into a car. The smell of leather seats assaulted his nose.
Who were they?!
The darkness behind the blindfold was thick and suffocating. His body still ached, as if his bones were broken in several places. Every breath was painful, his chest tight. He was sure the impact from the crash had turned his ribcage into a jagged cage of splintered bone.
Huan tried to map the movement of his captors through the vibration of their footsteps or their voices. But they were silent, moving without a sound. He was sure they were professionals.
At that moment, Huan began to feel afraid. He felt that this was serious. Whoever they were, he was sure they had been after him.
Damn! His heart was beating very fast. But he still had hope. He had never failed to get through a problem. How many times had he almost died when he was with Alexander? In fact, he was still alive now.
