CHARTER 139

BRIANNA’S POV

My heavy eyelids fluttered open to see Hermes’s face close to mine. He was so close I could feel his breath on my face, the tip of our noses almost touching.

“You’re finally up sleeping beauty,” he said, his lips spreading to a psychotically cartoonish smile.

Instinctively, my breath caught and I tried to pull away, but the thick ropes binding my wrists and ankles to the bedpost held me still. My head spun, and my body ached with heaviness from being unconscious for so long. Even the slightest movement added to my discomfort, causing me to wince in pain.

“Easy there, tigress,” he taunted and...