[Rosco’s POV]
The world fades in and out as I feel myself being lifted off the chair I sit on and dragged across the room and into another. When I’m released, I feel something soft and fluffy beneath me.
Just to my right, I can hear muffled conversation, but due to the ringing in my ears, I can’t quite make out what is being said.
Fuck, how could I let this happen when I knew better than anyone what Nadia was capable of? I was being kind, and when whatever the f**k was running through my veins disappeared, I was just going to kill her and have every f*****g doctor and chemist figure out what the hell was needed for Denali.
With this thought in mind, I wait until the world starts to come back into view so that I find I’m in a bed and my wrists and feet are cuffed. Standing at the end of
