CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE- SQUEEZE THE TRIGGER

Sarah

My head might as well have been tossed from side to side before they fitted it back to my neck. I was so dizzy when I opened my eyes. Everything spun for a moment and I blinked several times to focus on the lights and images in front of me. My body was still heavy.

I wanted to brush the hair out of my face, but when I went to move my arm, I realized it didn't move. Instead, the rattle of chains rang out, waking me up completely to what had just happened.

I had been captured. Hunters... Liane...

I sniffed the air, but what I smelled was, in fact, hopeless. That sour artichoke smell I never understood was there. I pressed my eyes to the image forming in front of me and almost wanted to yank my hands out of the grip of those chains.

Bruce.

"Finally..." He remained seated in the chair. His gunmetal gray overcoat reaching below his knees. That superior touch that irritated my soul. The dark blond hair, the wispy beard and the drooping, dull eyes that made you want to throw up. I trie