Chapter 42 Speak Truth

SASHA POV Gahhhhhhhhh why does everything hurt so much?! Eyes blink open. Darkness, with flickers and flashes of light from random overhead places. Quiet jazz music, Rika s favorite. Soft snoring breaths of multiple people, nearby. Floor is rumbling—am I moving? What the fuck happened? Anselm is dead. Relief, instant and overwhelming— THUNK! PAIN as whole body jerks from the ground jolting. A groan escapes from my throat. "Are you all right?" a familiar voice whispers. Turn head. Golden eyes in the darkness, framed by strong features and disheveled dark hair. Want to answer. Mouth and throat not working. Pain intensifies. "Where am I?" I manage finally. American accent is beyond my reach. Guess he hears me now as myself, slightly Russian flavored. "In Zoe s car. Your friends and mine are all here. We re on our way to Montana, I guess. To see someone you ve supposedly worked with before." He seems mad about it. Or maybe othe