Honey
My head felt fuzzy.
Wrists numb.
My toes were tingling because of how my legs were positioned. My eyelids were heavy. I couldn’t open them, even if I tried. For a moment, I was floating in some sort of subspace. Rested and relaxed, like the sleep-induced paralysis still weighed heavily on me.
Then everything came rushing back to me.
The man with a knife.
My stolen bag.
Roman’s car.
He knew exactly where to grab me for exactly long enough to render me unconscious. It was then that I realized Roman had been lying to me the entire time. Effortlessly. Easily. I didn’t even catch it.
Even my master manipulator of a father couldn’t get away with lying to me. I flexed my fingers, slowly piecing together where I was without opening my eyes. My hands were tied behind my back. I could
