Hirvan's head felt stuffed with wet cotton. The room kept tilting, and he had to blink hard to bring it back into line. Across from him, Janiyar paced like an angry dog on a short chain, waving his arms, talking nonstop about the past and how he unveiled the mystery behind Hirvan's new identity. How he figured out that he had swapped lives and fooled everyone. Every word he spat was like a hammer that hit straight into Hirvan's skull.
'Stay awake…' Hirvan repeated in his mind. 'If you pass out, he might finish you off and never look back.'
Janiyar was like a madman. He wouldn't care whether Hirvan was alive or dead. Maybe he had brought him here just to unleash his anger on him and all that resentment. Not caring about whether he ends up in prison or a mental hospital. Janiyar was really a lost cause.
Hirvan's body felt wrecked. The crash had left bruises, and his ribs hurt every time he breathed. His wrists and ankles were still tied, which made his fingers and feet numb.
