Andria's POV
"You better wake up," the angry voice rang in my ears, as my eyes tried to adjust to the environment.
I woke to the scent of blood.
It was thick in the air, metallic, sharp and choking. My throat felt raw, my limbs heavy like someone had tied weights to my bones.
The ceiling above me was blurry, swaying in and out of focus, the room was spinning around me.
"I think he has passed out," the other voice answered. I couldn't place their voices, but I could tell it was the successors.
I blinked slowly, my vision slowly getting clearer. There was a flicker of light from the lamp on my bedside stand. My sheets were disheveled and damp. My skin was clammy.
"Shit! I'm not done with you motherfucker. Better get up," Aven growled as he kicked the body on the floor. He appeared the most enraged amongst the three
