Chapter 11

There were no restraints on my wrists, no straps across my chest.  I had been expecting them.  Even so, it was still struggle to sit up, my muscles were weak, operating as if they were a great distance from my brain.

"Good you are awake."

I rubbed my eyes, my vision sliding in and out of focus.  At the end of the bed there was a high backed arm chair, and in the chair sat Laurent, the tablet computer on his knee.

"What did you do to me?  You drugged my tea."  The words came out as a growl, my...