Tatiana's Pov;

Time.

I couldn't tell the time in here. I doubted I'd even make a correct guess, and the little window wasn't a means to judge by.

My joints were in agony as I tried to maintain balance, my limbs aching from the cruel suspension they were subjected to.

Was it up to twenty-four hours yet?

That was the given time before a missing person warrant was issued.

But of course not.

The Bratva did not do things like that. It was going to be a full-fledged war—if I was important, that ...