Nope. Just me.
A wave of dizziness almost made me fall over again, but I pushed through. Through the moving floor, through the blinding pain and the bile rising in my throat once again, until I was sitting upright, though leaning heavily against the wall, my face smushed against the plaster.
I was looking right at the door.
It was metal and had some kind of window in it.
Looked a bit like an office door.
Maybe I was in the manager’s office?
Or what once had been a manager’s office?
A supply closet?
Whatever.
It didn’t matter.
What mattered was that I’d see them coming.
And I…
Pain crashed into me.
Fuck. Thinking was hard.
I closed my eyes, taking a deep breath.
Okay. Got it.
I opened my eyes and tentatively moved my hand to my back pocket, hoping to hell I’d find…
There.
They hadn’t taken my flashlight.
Idiots.
I grinned as I shifted, ignoring the pain slicing through me as I fished for the small, pocket-sized UV flashlight.
If they thought I’d make this whole kidnapping thing easy on them, they’d thought dead… fucking… wrong.
They were talking.
I thought.
I couldn’t make out the words, but there were definitely different voices.
A loud bang—a door falling shut.
More distant murmuring.
My head pounded, the flashes of pain getting worse by the minute. Focusing was hard, but I kept my eyes firmly trained on the door. I needed to stay vigilant. Needed to be ready. Needed to…
I blinked, catching myself before keeling over.
Fuck.
