Chapter 12
“About time you rejoined us.”
Mark opened his eyes, trying to figure out who was talking, and shut them instantly against the light. He slowly opened them again, trying to see the speaker. “What the hell?” he muttered, attempting to sit up. Something tugged against his side when he moved. He put his hand over it and felt thick bandages.
Seconds later, he realized he was in a bed as he finally eased to a sitting position—in a bed and practically naked, except for his briefs and the sheet that had now slid down to his waist.
“Take it easy. You don’t want to reopen the wound.”
Turning his head, Mark stared at Paul in shock. “Why…? What’s going on? Where am I and why are you here?”
Paul smiled slightly, pulling up a chair next to the bed and sitting. “You’re in a safe house. W
