A grumpy captor

CHRYS

I couldn't tell what happened. One minute I was confronting the men, trying to know who they were and what they wanted with me, and the next minute, I lost consciousness. I slowly opened my eyes, feeling a bit of discomfort on my forehead.

I had to blink twice to get my focus on the room. I was in an empty, rundown-looking room. There was nothing in it, no pieces of furniture, nothing. Aside from the broken windows, and the unhinged door, that was it.

I tried to raise my hand, at least to feel my head for the source of the pain but realized I was tied.

Fuck, not this again.

Don't tell me Gordon had mysteriously resurrected from the dead? That would be too … Unreal. There was no way in hell something like that could be possible because I saw him die. His heart was ripped out by Jayden.

Could it be the ancient-looking men? But why? My gaze immediately went to my clothes, and I exhaled when I noticed I was still clothed, my shoes lost, and my legs tied together with a very stur