The mattress she lay on creaked as she scanned the unfamiliar room for a clock, there wasn’t one to be found. There was only a small window in the room that was high up the wall beyond her reach. It was pouring in sunlight and her room was already heating up. She guessed it was late morning. She’d slept well under the circumstances but had kept being woken up by damn broken springs popping up through the mattress. The good news was she didn’t feel fuzzy at all now. Whatever drug Slam had given her must have totally left her system. She jumped as the banging started again. She supposed she should just be happy that whoever was there had knocked and not just walked in. Standing and stretching, she forced herself to the door as the knocking grew more insistent. She opened it to a guy who could only be describe as an adonis. For the first time in her life her mind had frozen and her breath stalled. He was tall, about 6ft 5” with broad shoulders and heavily muscled arms covered in black and grey tattoos.
