Chapter 10
“Matthew? Matthew, are you all right? What happened? Can you speak? Please answer me.”
I heard Sky’s urgent voice, although muffled, as if shouted from a distance through a thick London fog. I felt him shake me several times, but only when he knelt before the sofa and grabbed my hand did I snap out of my shock-induced trance. The crevices of deep concern on my lover’s face acted like a blanket of warmth around my heart and helped to lessen the chills that had assailed me for untold minutes.
“Are you sick? Matthew, please say something—”
“Sick…no, not sick.”
“Then what the hell is the matter? You’re as white as a ghost.”
I laughed—although “cackled” might have been closer to reality. Either way, I’m certain it sounded as demented to Sky’s ears as it did to mine. “Ghost! Ha!
