Chapter 61

Vae Victis!

Aislinn was getting sick of passing out. She never knew where she would be waking up. This time she was in a sitting position and her hands and feet were still tied. It occurred to her that Rafe must have thought she was fairly dangerous to think that tying her up unconscious and sick was necessary.

The pain was subsiding but she still ached all over as if she had the flu. She opened her eyes to find that she was in a car. Probably a limo. She was on a black leather seat which was facing a seat on which sat Rafe and Jenna. Rafe was leaning back and looking out the window, oblivious to the fact that Aislinn's eyes had just opened. One hand was on Jenna's knee. She didn't appear to care or notice that Rafe was touching her. At the same time she was staring at Aislinn with a vicious glare. Aislinn didn't know what this particular glare was for. Jenna could probably come up with a reason to glare at the pope. Aislinn could only figure that Jenna was still dwelling over Cullen.