Alex could barely look at Gwen who sat stiffly on the car’s rumble seat beside him clasping and unclasping her hands. God, he wanted to put an arm around her, but he’d already tried that, and she’d shoved him away.
Her tearstained face cut him to the core, shaking her head saying, “A nightmare. A nightmare. He’s in a horrible nightmare.”
Jose’s hypnotism had been a disaster. Freaking her out. His swollen hand was bandaged but that wasn’t the worst of it. Jose had seen something horrible, and no one knew what it was.
Or if it was still torturing him.
Since the hypnotism had failed miserably, they decided to head to Barcelona. There were doctors there and that might have seen this before. They asked Gala and Polar Bear to take care of their catatonic buds, packed up the old-fashioned car
