Faith
“Get up”
The voice that filtered through my throbbing head was loud and gruff, more animal than it was human. And I groaned as consciousness flooded back.
I blinked rapidly.
Why the hell was I laying face down in the mud? At least I hoped it was mud. The brown sludge was giving off a smell that could only be described as pungent. My nose wrinkled.
Best be bloody mud because my lips were literally in it and I had been sleeping with my mouth open.
No not sleeping. I had been knocked out. For f**k sake , getting kidnapped was beginning to look like a habit I wanted to ditch. Rolling I tried to get myself out of the mud and up to sitting.
Except my arms didn’t seem to be working. In fact I couldn’t move them at all.
“Little help here would be good”
Brown eyes did nothing but
