“There you are!” Xena grins. “Finally. I worried I gave you too much of the sedative. It would havebeen no fun if you’d died in your sleep. What a waste that would be, right?”
I don’t know if she expects an answer from me, until she’s suddenly yanking on my hair, arching mybody up so she can snarl into my face.
“I said, ‘Right?’” she spits.
“Dying would be preferable to ever seeing you again.” I think the words come out alright, but mymouth feels like it’s full of cotton. It could be a garbled, incoherent mess for all I know.
Xena lets go of my hair. I drop to my knees on the concrete floor.
“What’s the matter?” she asks, pacing in a circle around me. “Trouble in paradise?”
Paradise? I want to bark out a laugh, but I don’t want to give her the satisfaction. She doesn
