Chapter 82: Her Plot

[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 fuck was running through my veins disappeared, I was just going to kill her and have every fucking 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 the bed is Nadia, who is now dressed in skimpy lingerie.