Chapter Fifteen
Tink felt good. Not wonderful, but good. Like she had a good night’s sleep and wasn’t quite ready to wake up. Her eyelids felt heavy, and she was comfortable.
Struggling to remember whether she needed to get to work or not, she frowned. Something happened. She couldn’t quite remember what it was, but it seemed like it was important.
Her thoughts swirled through a combination of memories. The party and music, the band, saying good night to her friends, putting up the equipment, the room… Memories suddenly flooded her, and she let out a cry. Struggling to move, to sit up and fight, she felt her hands pinned against a broad chest. Fighting to open her eyes, she let out a scream.
“Hush, little one. Hush, you are safe,” a deep voice said over and over as a strong hand claspe
