Confusion engulfed me as I glanced around.
It was an operating room, occupied by only three individuals. I lay upon the frigid operating table, the witch doctor stood beside me, and Simona rested on the adjacent bed.
A surge of fear coursed through me, causing my breath to quicken and my chest to rise and fall rapidly.
How could Simona be here?
She was discovered. That was the first thought that crossed my mind. Then anger surged through me once again.
Timerante! Damn Timerante! That devil deserved to rot in hell! He had already slain six of my attendants, and now he wanted to use my friend's life as leverage against me, didn't he?
No!
I absolutely would not allow him to succeed!
Somehow, I derived the strength, perhaps because my willpower was too strong. Suddenly, I began to struggle vigorously.
Instantly, excruciating pain enveloped me, suffocating me. But at that moment, I reached out and seized the clear tube of the infusion, yanking out the needle piercing my skin.