JULIAN STYLES POV

"You look like shit," Ksar said, the scar on his face bunching as his face scrunched up in disgust. "I can't believe you let that bastard get the best of you"

I groaned, my face furrowing in pain as the wound on my stomach pulled when I tried to sit up.

"Don't move around too much, or you're going to get infected," Ksar warned then came to sit in front of me. "How are you feeling? You've been passed out for two days"

I glanced around the sparsely furnished room. ...