Chapter Seventeen
‘Urgh!’ Bile rose in his throat. Shards of glass – they had to be shards of glass – pierced his ribs. ‘W— Ugh.’
He’d barely opened his eyes to the blue room – no, the white room with blue curtains – when something crashed.
Voices mumbled, then a brown-haired angel appeared in his vision. Had he got a fast ticket to heaven? The weight sitting on his head didn’t think so.
The angel scowled, bringing into focus the streaks of tears on her cheeks and her red nose. Adorable.
‘You think you can pull a stunt like that? Let me think you bloody died?’
The beautiful brunette sure talked funny, like it was his fault he was hurt. He’d fought with a bull and lost.
‘Sh-Shut up,’ he wanted to say. But his lips didn’t move.
Something wet collided with his cheek. He felt that gent
