CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE

I barely responded to his shaking or veiled threats, and quite frankly I didn’t care what he did to me. My body was bone tired, and it needed rest.

I finally managed to rouse myself when I was being dunked into the bath. The warm water lapped around my legs, and life began to stab at my limbs in a very unpleasant fashion.

“Nnghh.” That was a ‘no, take me out of this bath and let me sleep,’ but he wasn’t having any of it.

“Just give it a couple of minutes, Lois. I promise the pain will go away. It feels hot, but this bath is only lukewarm at best.”

When my eyes fully opened, it was with horror that I realised I wasn’t actually dead, and that my angel was indeed James Leveritt from Elite Encounters. Oh, my fucking God.

I immediately spluttered about a bit and tried my best to set a rocket-like course out of the bathtub, but my nemesis was having none of it.

“Relax into me. I’ve got a cup of tea and some food if you’re hungry?”

I’d finally spent the last reserves of my energy. James’s