Kira's POV
Consciousness came back slowly, painfully.
My head throbbed with every heartbeat. My mouth was dry as hell. And when I tried to move, I realized my hands were bound behind my back, rope cutting into my wrists.
I forced my eyes open.
Dimly lit room. Concrete walls. The smell of mildew and my own fear.
Where was I?
The last thing I remembered was the ambush. The van. Fighting. Then darkness.
Damien.
Panic shot through me, clearing the fog in my head.
I lifted my head, searching the shadows, and my breath caught.
He was there. Directly across from me. Tied to a chair like I was, his white shirt torn and bloodied, a cut above his eyebrow still seeping red.
But his eyes were open. Alert. Watching me.
"So you finally decided to wake up." His voice carried a hint of that infuriating smirk even in this situation.
Relief flooded through me so strongly I almost sobbed. "Where are we?"
