Judas’s eyes flew open with the sudden invasion of blinding light. He could feel the painful rays stab into his eyes as if trying to bore a hole into his brain. The assault caused him to squeeze his eyes closed again and bury his face in his pillow.
Where the hell was all this light coming from?
And then he remembered that he wasn’t in the woods. The recollection rushed into his mind with the needle-sharp prickle of a dagger, causing him to open one lid at a time carefully, very carefully.
The French doors were open, giving him a glimpse of a blue sky.
A bright, blue sky.
He kept his eyes closed as he reached out and grabbed the bedpost like a blind man. Slowly he struggled to a standing position, and without opening his eyes, stumbled around until he found the French doors and slamme
