I registered a jolt of pain in my arm before everything went black.
Archer
Not again.
That was my first thought as I slowly regained consciousness.
Whatever I was lying on, it was hard. Uncomfortable. It smelled clean, but with a lingering tinge of blood. That could just be me. The memory of it clung to my nostrils. It had since my first kill.
I forced my eyes to open, half-expecting a glare.
Instead, the light was dim. All I could see were the legs of tables and chairs. I was still in Harlow's restaurant. Lying on the floor, tied up like a pig.
Had Getzoff done this to us? If he had…
No, I remembered him falling. Hitting the floor. Whatever happened, he was a victim here too.
Lucky for him, he might avoid being a victim of me. Once I got out of this, that was.
Groaning, I managed to roll over, flopping onto my other side like a fish. Cass lay right in front of me. Boner too. They seemed to be breathing.
"What the hell?" That was Jules’ voice.
The door closed behind him. His footsteps got closer. Then he was looming over all of us. Staring.
"What happened here?"
I'd like to know the answer to that myself. I parted my lips, but no words came. Thought was barely coherent, much less speech.
Cass groaned. Followed a few moments later by Boner.
Neither sound was loud, but they made my head pound. I felt as though I'd drunk an entire bottle of vodka and this was the morning after.
I hadn't had any alcohol. That might change when my hands were free. I could do with a drink right now. Maybe a few.
"Fuck." Jules hurried away. When he returned, he held a knife in his hand. He cut the zip ties off his brother first, then me, leaving Boner for last.
I sat up and rubbed my face. "Where's Harlow?"
CHAPTER 21
HARLOW
My head ached like a bitch. It pounded in time with my heartbeat.
I still had a heart to beat; that was a good thing, right? Okay, that depended on what happened in the next hour.
Right now, my hands and feet were tied almost tight enough to cut off the circulation. Was there any chance my men did this? They might have thought I'd enjoy being bound and fucked boneless.
I would. But I knew for certain that wasn't what was going on here.
I tried to blink. I could move my eyelashes slightly, nothing more.
No response came.
No Boner saying, "She's awake, fellows, let's go."
I'd never heard him say the word ‘fellows,’ but it fit with the scenario I was hoping for.
