It occurred to Jaya, as she fought to swim back through the currents of her fuzzy mind toward wakefulness, that she'd never in her life been unconscious until she met Ivan. She'd never needed surgery, never been knocked out or hit in the head. Her luck had definitely taken a turn for the worse when she met the evil arms dealer with a penchant for drugging her and placing her in extreme situations. Perhaps, she would mention this when the shitstorm of his inevitable anger came down upon her head.
His was the first voice she recognized as she began to wake up. His deep baritone was a sharp reprimand that she couldn't escape, though she didn't think she was the recipient of his displeasure this time. She tried to lift her lashes, tried to move her limbs as she waded toward the low murmur of
