Page 3 of Requiem
That’s not who I meant. My throat tightens. “I’m not talking about Adriana.”
Rafe watches me more carefully now. “You had a difficult evening.”
I stare at him. “Youshotme, motherfucker.”
“Yes.”
“And chained me to a bed.”
“For your safety. Also, youcanaccess the bathroom just through there.” He points to it. “Though mobility to this side of the room is limited, I’m afraid.”
That almost makes me laugh again. I force my focus to the ceiling, something that doesn’t move or change. My skincrawls.
“I need heroin.”
“No.” Rafe doesn’t flinch. “You’re still in Russia. Just not where you were before. Alexei isn’t here. He doesn’t know where you are, right now. Which is good.”
I shake my head. Russia, but notthere—
Herpanicked and horrified face. Handsclawingat me while I deny her any goddamn oxygen.
No. Stop.
I suck in a sharp breath, shaking my head. But the image remains, and a small sob slips out.
Rafe’s eyes narrow. “What’s the last thing you remember?”
I blink at him. “W—What?”
“The lastclearmemory. Before you woke up here.”
My jaw tightens. “I remember you fucking shooting me. That clear enough for you?”
“That’s one. Before that.”
I stare at him, trying to decide if I can kill him or not. I suppose I really can’t since I’m chained. At least he doesn’t seem keen on hurting me.
A flash ofherchoking under my hands brings a wild pain lancing through my skull. My eyes squeeze shut.
Stop.
“—Jude.”
My eyes snap open, noting that the bastard is still there. My pulse is out of control. “I need something,” I say, words tumbling out. “I need heroin. I can’t—please.”
He studies me, then stands slowly. “I can give you something to help with the opioid withdrawal,” he says. “Suboxone. It’s helped a friend of yours. Micah.”
Everything in me stills, and my eyes lock onto his. “Micah? He’s—he’s here?”
“Yes,” Rafe says. “Also upstairs. Seems like he and Adriana don't like each other too much.”
Relief slams into me, but it quickly tangles with everything else.
“Then let me see him,” I push. “Or Adriana. I don’t care. Just—someone. I need to see someoneI know.”
“No.”
My chest tightens, rage flaring. “What the fuck do you meanno?”
