Most especially, I was resentful—furiously so—at Orestes, the man who had initiated everything. He had, it was now obvious, deliberately lured me into the parking lot. I tried to remember, for I couldn’t quite, howOrestes had done that; he must have said, or done something, for I remember defying the order of a gym staff member—
I paused when I remembered this. Something—but what?
I shook my head and groaned as my head seemed about to explode with the aching of my thoughts and the residual pain signals from all over my body.