Chapter 95 A Familiar Enemy
- RUBY'S POV
- When my consciousness returned, I felt as weak and as useless as a sack of potatoes.
- My eyes fluttered open to blinding light, seeping through the bag over my eyes. Wincing against the brightness, I twisted and realized I was bound, sitting on a rigid wooden chair that dug into my back and behind. Thirst clawed at my throat, my body ached, and fear made me start to pant loudly.