Zane's POV
I'm still alive, right? Or in hell?
The thought flickered through my sluggish mind as I fought to pry open my heavy eyelids. My entire body ached, every muscle screaming as though I had been hit by a moving car or, honestly, something worse.
But then again, I had been through one hell of a beating. A beating so brutal that even after everything I'd endured while trapped in Alfie's body, this one took the crown. I had to confirm where exactly I was: alive... or suffering in some fiery pit?
Groaning low in my throat, I forced my eyes open, blinking slowly against the dim lighting. As my vision cleared, the sight of the surroundings hit me like a cold splash of water.
Damn it.
I knew this architecture. I'd seen it before which could only mean one thing. I am in the second room I was dragged into when I first arrived at this nightmare mansion. Alfie's room.
My stomach dropped.
Fuck!
Why was I in his room? How the hell did I even get here?
