Hotel.
Abigail's senses were sharper than most, making the pain even more intense.
As she awoke on the white bed, a sharp pain pulsed through the back of her head, so severe that she dared not move her neck.
She could only roll her eyes to take stock of her surroundings.
From the layout, it was clear she was in a hotel room.
But why a hotel?
Abigail had just come around, her mind struggling to piece together the recent events involving the middle-aged man and woman. Were they from the Piers' second branch? Or had she offended someone?
The shot they had given her was no simple matter. It hit an acupuncture point with ruthless precision.
And the needle had been laced with a numbing agent that now rendered her limbs numb.
Why would someone so ruthlessly proficient bring her to a hotel?
As she contemplated this, she felt an even stronger heat inside her, more intense than when she had first left the private room.
