Oh God. I was dying.
I peeled open an eyelid and immediately regretted it. Light lanced straight through my skull.
What…what had happened to me? Had I been attacked? Hang on. No. I’d spent the evening with Jessi.
And now I was broken.
Probably the best thing to do was lie very still and pretend I didn’t exist. Yep. That would work.
The sound of a door opening and closing thundered across my senses like a stampede of raging wildebeest. Must have been the cleaners. Twitching my fingers in the direction of the pillow, I mashed it protectively against my face.
“Niel?”
Wait. That was Matthew’s voice. I partially self-excavated. Forced my eyes to work. Then my brain.
There was a human-shape in the doorway.
And, yep, it was definitely him. Not a hallucination. But a vision, nonetheless,
