"Ugh…" Lukas peeked his eyes open, grunting at the dull ache in his side.
His vision was blurry, but the voice that reached him was clear.
"Good morning."
Lukas blinked until his vision cleared, focusing on the person seated casually on the couch.
Gustav.
Lukas frowned as he looked around. "Where am I?"
"Mainland."
The lines on Lukas' face deepened as he turned to Gustav. He pushed himself up until his back rested against the headboard. His side hurt, and when he lifted his shirt, a bandage was wrapped around it.
"Damn," he breathed.
Last night, the moment Lukas got home, he knew something was off. Before he could act, he was attacked from all sides. He managed to fight them off, but there were too many — enough to put him at a disadvantage — and he'd taken a bullet for it.
