Chapter30:

Sandro gasped for air, struggling to get out of bed. He collided with the wall, wincing as a crack echoed through his ribs. "I'm dead?" he croaked, his gaze sweeping across the brightly lit room. He was certain his room was usually darker and wondered where he had ended up. "Maybe it would have been easier if you were. It could have saved us a lot of trouble," Blaze said casually, lounging on the sofa with a wineglass in hand. "Where am I?" Sandro rasped, his voice strained. Ignoring the question, Blaze continued, "If you were dead, your tainted heart would have probably sent you to hell by now. But here you are." "Well, Mr. Know-It-All, if I'm not in hell, then where the heck am I?" Sandro retorted, glaring at Blaze. "You're in your room, genius," Blaze shot back, matching Sandro's glare. Sandro glanced around the room, conceding that Blaze was right. It was indeed his room, just much brighter than usual. The curtains had been drawn, adding a chill to the air. Despite his normally hig