Every second saw him stronger, shaking off the effects of what they were trying to do to him. His head still felt like something cracked in it and things - thoughts, feelings, sensations that weren't his - were oozing out.
"They didn't keep you locked up for long," he snarled at her. "Where's David? Is he still in the cell?"
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