“He looked healed, but looks were always deceiving. Panahasi had learned that long ago. “Where is Kamiko?” Takeo closed the door, turning to face him. “Resting.” From the looks of things, the two had done more than rest. But that was none of Panahasi’s business. “And how do you feel?” Takeo shrugged as he crossed the room and sat on the couch, his muscles visibly tense as he ran a finger over the wounds running the circumference of his wrists. “Better than I did yesterday.” “I wanted to talk... to you about your captivity,” Panahasi began as he took a seat, facing Takeo. “What do you remember?” Takeo took a deep breath as he sat back, tossing one arm over the back of the couch as he stared at Panahasi. “To be honest, nothing. I remember waking and escaping, but I don’t remember being kidnapped or anything that happened after that.” He sat forward, resting his arms on his legs. “But some strange memories are playing around in my head.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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