Chapter 45 Too Late
- Marina
- Present
- My jaw screams in anguish when I come to. Alvaro’s blow to the face was enough to knock me out cold. I crack my eyes open and sputter on the floor. I glare up at the two men as they stand there watching me and lean over to spit up some blood. I run my tongue over the cut on my lip and taste the familiar iron flavor. It’s a reminder that I’m still alive.