Where does he think I am?
He stepped out to collect my food. Less than three minutes later, two men in white coats entered the room.
Doctors, or so I assumed.
I had no time to question it.
A syringe pressed to my neck, and the world went dark.
Another hit lands against my hip.
“You were supposed to pay at my hands,” he spits. “But I can’t kill you. You must pay with your life, and he won’t allow it.”
He starts pacing, unable to stay still.
“You’re being handed over today,” he adds. “He is taking you from me.”
That confirms it.
What I already knew instinctively.
His superior, the head of the trafficking ring.
The one I despise with every fibre of my being, a man who should have been dead long ago.
The mere thought ofhisname turns my stomach.
And now Yuri intends to hand me over tohim?
This torture has not broken me. But facing the man I loathe with every fibre of my being just might.
So this began as revenge.
Yuri took me because he wanted to settle his score.
I understand that.
But what does his boss want with me?
Is it because I went after one of his men?
Perhaps this is no longer about Death.
Maybe it is something else entirely.
My past returning for me.
Another blow slams into me, and I fight to hold on to consciousness.
Yuri leans in, his voice dropping. “You should have never interfered in our business.”
I lift my head, blood running down my lips, and meet his eyes.
“You should have stayed dead,” I whisper. “But don’t worry. I will come for you again. And this time, I will make certain you burn.”
I gather what little strength I have and spit on his face.
His hand cracks across my face. My head jerks sideways, and the room begins to tilt.
