Tila stirred, her head foggy as she woke on the soft bed, the relentless cuffs gone from her wrists and ankles. Her sharp features twisted into a scowl.
"Creepy fuck," she muttered, a curse for Kael slipping through her lips.
The last thing she remembered was his hand pinning her face, his fingers on her neck, and then darkness as his resonance knocked her out.
Her black hair clung to her sweat-dampened forehead, the power-suppressing collar a cold weight around her neck, its faint hum a constant reminder of her captivity.
"Ah, sis," Lila's voice cut through, soft but clear. "You're awake."
Tila's head snapped up, her eyes darting around the dim room, its bare walls and single bulb casting stark shadows.
A hallucination?
But there, at the foot of her bed, sat Lila, her black curly hair framing her face, her glasses glinting, her loose gown pooling around her, the collar mirroring Tila's own.
