Page 170 of Blood & Snow
I lose track of the time again and doze in and out of sleep, having nightmares of tornados and lions chasing me.
Sometime after I've developed a horrendous kink in my neck, the door opens loudly, and Arkady walks in first, followed by the blond one and the older man with the scar.
All three of them stand over me like my masters, ready to task me with work fit for a slave, and so far I'm grateful none of them have decided to take their liberty with me.
Though I don’t put it past them to try.
"Stand up," Arkady says.
I don't move because I'm shaking, too weak to get up after throwing up so much.
He walks over and grabs my arm.
His fingers dig into my skin as he hauls me to my feet.
My legs shake.
I nearly fall, but he holds me upright.
"You're carrying Morin's child," he says.
"That makes you useful."
"I won't help you," I whisper, shaking my head.
"You already have."
He releases my arm and steps back.
"He'll come for you. He'll walk into my trap because he's weak, and weakness always leads to death."
"He's not weak."
Arkady laughs.
"He's weak for you, stupid woman. Or… should I call you little bird? Is that what he calls you,Ptichka? His pet name?"
I glare at him not knowing where he got that information and feel my body gain some semblance of strength as my courage rises.
"You won't win."
"I already have."
He turns to the blond one.
"Bring her."
The man grabs my arm and pulls me toward the door.
I dig in my heels, but he's too strong.
He drags me out of the stockroom and down a hallway.
The walls are white and stained.
The floor's cracked.
We pass an industrial kitchen, and then another room filled with crates.
