Chapter Twenty-Three: Enemy Of My Enemy
I wake up feeling like a truck ran over me. My arms and legs are shackled to a chair, and I've got a headache worse than the time I drank that sour Shuckle juice without checking the expiration date.
It takes a moment for me to get my bearings. Oh, right, I jumped in front of a tentacle monster to save my friend. And then I tried to fight it, and it dropped me, and I think I must have hit my head in the fall, because that's all I can remember. I've got a lump the size of a Spearow egg on my noggin, and it hurts.
The green-haired woman is standing in front of me, holding a whip. Somehow I don't think she's about to LARP a scene from Fifty Shades of Gray. At least, I sure hope not. This will be painful enough as it is.
"Comfortable?" she asks sarcastically.
I glare at her. "Do I need to answer that question?"
"Not really. I'm a psychic. I know exactly what you're thinking."
Lovely. "Well, that saves me the trouble of giv