(Henry's POV)
I woke up with an immense fury crawling through my veins.
They really just knocked us out. Where was Kenny? One thing was sure: he wasn't where he was supposed to be, and that was right by my side.
I was inside a clean white room, lying on a hospital bed, with some bandage around my wrist that didn't hurt anymore, and the most disturbing thing was that there was an orange-haired woman sleeping on a chair, slumped over to the hospital bed, holding my hand.
I flung my hand out of her grasp, being disgusted beyond words. On the ceiling were cameras, and the door didn't seem to be a normal one; it was one with quite a few locks. The windows were barred.
"Hannibal?" The woman woke up, and tears shot into her eyes.
"And who are you?" I asked her coldly.
"Who am I?" Her lips quivered. She had golden brown eyes, and her long orange hair was exquisitely styled.
"I am your wife. The mother of your children." She tried to grab my hand again.
I snorted.
