Capítulo 115: Chapter 115: Krasotka

TALIA

It hurts to open my eyes. I think I may just lie here with my eyes closed for the rest of my life.

Everything hurts, feels swollen, or aches. Swallowing is an effort. I force my eyes to open, but one doesn't want to open all the way. My right eye. An area above my right cheekbone stings with tenderness.

It takes a great effort to sit up, and to look around, and then to realize I'm in Boris's bed at his apartment. I don't even remember coming here. The last thing I can remember about last night is fleeing from the nightmare of the evil dudes who kidnapped me, being taken out by some possibly less-evil dudes in a shootout, and then running down a dark street hand in hand with Boris to the sounds of screaming police sirens. I must have passed out somewhere along the way.