CHAPTER 29
LUKE TURNED HIS head slowly from side to side, his neck stiff. The pillow was soft, the mattress firm. It smelled different to normal—something floral. He cracked an eyelid open. Since when did he have a pale pink duvet? Nope, definitely not his bed. Where was he?
Sunlight spilled between the half-closed curtains, and he squinted at the brightness. Was it morning or afternoon? Luke didn’t know the day of the week, let alone how he got there or even what country he’d landed up in. His mind blurred around the edges.
Through the window, buildings clad in cream stonework with grey slate roofs stood out against the blue sky. The occasional purr of a car rolling past told him he was within reach of civilisation, at least.
He tried to get up, but his head had other ideas. A wreckin
