BELLADONNA

I blinked my eyes open to see an unfamiliar ceiling staring down at me. There was a foul taste in my mouth, and my head felt too heavy even though I was lying down.

Whatever drugs Raines had used to knock me out were strong.

I tried to sit up and even my whole body felt heavy, but I managed to raise myself. But… my left hand won't move.

I turned to see that my hand was cuffed to the bed.

“That bastard,” I muttered, rubbing my throat when my voice came out too hoarse. ...