Misha didn't notice the lights come on from his position under the cot where he'd rolled after falling off in the terror fit. His first clue that whatever Tessa had done to them was over when his breathing eased and the nightmare receded. She'd done this to him outside the museum. This time must've been revenge for her getting tossed in another cell.
He moved out slowly, working stiff and knotted muscles that had tightened painfully through the ordeal. This time he didn't look over at the other cell. He could care less about the other cell.
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