Chapter 32 The Crete In Discrete

Stefanos awoke with a curse, his skull throbbing like a war drum. A dull pain took up residence in his limbs, his wrists burning from the restraints digging into his skin. The smell of rust and wet concrete clogged the back of his throat. His body tightened. He was tied to a chair, ankles bound, shoulders stiff from being placed in an unnatural position. Panic twitched in his chest, but he suppressed it. No clear memory of getting here assaulted his brain.