Chapter 80

Lorraine

My eyes fluttered open, a sharp pain thawing in my head then I felt beads of liquid trickle down my skin; probably I was aroused from my sleep by it.

I made to stand up, then I realised that my movement had been restricted by a strong rope which was tied around my ankles.

I jutted my chin up and my eyes landed on a familiar face that caused more throbbing pains in my head.

Dante held a pail in his hands, flashing a cynical smirk that could make almost anyone jittery. I shook my head, pleading with my eyes that he should reconsider but he only...