Chapter Twenty-Eight
A voice was calling her name in the darkness. A voice she loved, even though she couldn’t pin down who it belonged to, or even what it was saying. She didn’t recognize the name it was calling, but she knew it was hers.
And she knew she wanted to follow that voice.
It was warm and male, filled with worry, resonant with hope, vibrant with urgency.
“Nicole. Can you hear me?”
Everything snapped into focus. The voice belonged to Kai. She was in her car, which she’d driven off the road. And she hurt.
“Kai,” she said weakly. “Hey you.”
“Hey yourself.” His voice softened. “We need to get you out of here. Can you move your fingers and toes?”
She frowned. “What does that matter?” Everything was so strange. Her head was sideways, or tilted or something. It was so confusin
