The volcano erupting inside Ty's head hurt worse with movement. Oppressive heat pressed down on his lungs and restricted his ability to draw a breath.Ty's subconscious understood his thoughts were rambling, but his brain demanded he claw his way to the edge of awareness. Pieces of reality fell into place, sending his eyelids open. Ortega's men had tried to bash his skull in.Marcus. Where the fuck was Marcus? If Ortega or that bitch of a housekeeper had killed him, they'd all die. Ty opened his eyes and pressed himself up on his elbow. Where was he? A faint light shone through a small hole in whatever sweatbox he was in. The stench reminded him of dead animal carcasses and the muddy watering hole he and Ana had run across in the jungle. Jesus, how long had he been out? His eyes slowly adjusted to the semidarkness. He slowly rolled over the other direction. Relief washed over him. Marcus's head was bent, and he appeared focused on the woman sitting beside him.She lifted her hair and spun it into a knot.
