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Forty-Three: Hostage.

KAYLA.

I was suddenly jolted back to consciousness when something rammed into the side of my head. It sent an unwavering sliver of pain from my temples to all around my body. I pried my eyes open to the darkness around me and there I was, head to the ground and crouched in a fetal position.

All I could remember was a hand grasping me from behind and a bag over my head—I had to stop ending up this way. My face hurt from the bruises across it and it was then I muttered.

“Lucien!” I called his name, remembering he was the first to be wounded but as I looked around, he wasn’t the one here. It was yet another masked man with a rifle in his hands. It was the muzzle that he’d rammed into my head to wake me up and he scented strongly of alcohol.

Grasping me by my clothes, he threw me against the wall and my heart pounded in fear. I had no idea where I was or who this was and what he even wanted to do with me.

“You’ve rested enough” He leaned forward but only to confirm the handcuffs were stil
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