I am nauseated. My throat is dry and I am so thirsty. I can hear myself moan in pain and sleep but don’t seem aware of it. I blink stirring awake. Panic sets in remembering Dane and the being tied to a bed and I bolt up releasing that I am not bound by anything.
“That hurt.” A voice said lightly in some room I find myself in.
I look at Dane, seated in a simple wicker chair. His bicep is bandaged and I know why. I had managed to shoot him, though not fatally. Damn.
My eyes dart around a simply decorated room. I am on a large bed, and there is no more dread in my body as I realize the sheets are the same pattern as my own old bedroom. Satin blue with stripes of white. My childhood teddy bear is there. It went missing when I was sixteen. It was my favorite toy from childhood which I kept i
