Chapter 19

Vladimir

A gust of cold air touched me, jolting me back to reality or whatever this was.

My eyes stung while forcing them open and when I eventually did, I wished that I hadn’t because of the bright rays that emanated from the fluorescent hanging on the ceiling. Even my limbs ached, maybe from staying too long in one position so I dragged myself into a sitting position.

Feeling better with the little progress I made, I scrutinized my body for injuries that might have knocked me out cold. Then it came rushing to my memory— Dmitri firing a bullet at me without an ounce of pity. I...