#Chapter 70 Stranger That Looks Like Me

Silver’s POV Everything inside of me ached, but not nearly as badly as it did earlier. When I woke up, I thought I would have been thrown in some kind of dirty cage and watched by rogues, but I was surprised when I woke to find myself in a semi-comfortable bed in a dimly lit bedroom. I lifted my head, feeling the slight ache left over from when I was stabbed with whatever injection they gave me. My insides no longer felt as if they were on fire, but my muscles hurt to move. I groaned as I lifted my head and looked around the room, I was being kept in. It was a basic bedroom, however there were no windows, which made it seem darker with only a couple of lamps. The decorations were moderate; there were a couple of paintings hung on the wall and I was shocked to find that one of the paintings was mine. My name was initialed on the bottom, just as I always initialed my work of art. I furrowed my brows; whoever kidnapped me, was a fan of my artwork apparently. There was a basic wood