"Who the hell are you?" asked Daryn, trying his best to move. But he was strapped tightly on the bed, and with all the pain shooting through his body he was short of wincing. "And why am I here?" He remembered how the cockpit blasted to pieces and his last chance to communicate with the civilization, with the nearest tower was blown away. He remembered a woman giving orders to the men around her to bag him. Why did they want him? Why did they abduct him?
"Too many questions, Lykae…" said Emma in a soft voice. She walked over to him and with her fingertips stroked his left forearm, which was the only thing that wasn't covered in bandages.
