Zane POV ~
Arrrgh…" I groaned softly clutching my head as pain split through my skull. "Here we go again with the damn headache."
How could that bastard order his guards to beat me so badly? I had agreed to his terms...whatever stupid conditions he laid out but instead of honoring that, he decided to pummel me into unconsciousness. What the hell was he trying to gain from that? Was there some kind of satisfying pleasure in it for him? I groaned inwardly as I tried to open my swollen eyes, every movement sending bolts of pain through my skull.
The blindfold was gone.
The dim lighting stung my eyes, but I could just make out the familiar contours of my room....the desk in the corner, the soft beige curtains, and the warm scent of lavender and antiseptic in the air. This was my room.
I tried to sit up and instantly regretted it, a low groan escaping my cracked lips. But when my eyes swept over the space around me, the sight nearly sent me right back into unconsciousness.
