Eighteen
Whispered Secrets“April, are you there?” A distant voice breaks through the haze of sleep. The pungent musk scent of cologne rouses me further.
“Mmm,” I groan, then feel my semi-conscious mind drift away again.
“That's a good girl. That hypno-drug is a beautiful thing, never quite leaving the system and making one vulnerable to suggestion. Anyway, it works! Truly it does!” Cecil's whisper turns louder with excitement. “I might even venture to say there exists the possibility of bringing someone back from the brink of death. Of course, I haven't attempted that yet, but soon.”
Fingertips brush against my cheek and tuck a piece of hair behind my ear. I try to open my eyelids and tell him to go away, but I am not able. Cecil's voice holds me somewhere between deep sleep and consc
