"Double your pleasure, double your fun," Moros quipped, sitting down and settling in for the ride away from the club.
Jesse came back to consciousness slowly. His shoulders were killing him, and it felt like someone was using his head for a drum. He forced his eyes open and looked around, catching sight of Patroclus, who was chained to the ceiling. He looked up at his own arms, and saw that he was in a similar predicament.