Chapter 31
Paul woke to a high squeal that sliced through his brain like a dentist’s drill on a hyperdrive going warp twelve. It wasn’t merely some external sound; it cut and jabbed and hurt like mad.
“What the hell?” He clamped his hands over his ears and looked around. He was in a steel box filled with straw that really itched because he was…“stark” n***d. Christ his head hurt—too much to even laugh at his own joke.
Four people stood looking down at him over the raised tailgate of the trailer, because that’s what this must be. Kate, that Secret Service guy standing way too close to his sister, Rikka, and Sam. He was only partly masked by the half dozen sheep sharing the trailer with him. Well he wasn’t going to heap itchy straw all over his privates just to make them more comfortable
