You wake up, blood dripping from your head, tied up, trembling. It’s dark. You don’t remember how you got there or what’s happening around you. Gun fire can be heard outside. You black out.

When you wake up, you’re in someone’s arms. They’re carrying you bridle style. They look down at you with a soft smirk but somehow cold expression.

Colton: “Don’t move. You’ve gotta broken leg and possible concussion. Relax. I’m Colton, your new bodyguard. Can you hear me pretty girl?”