NALEDI’S POV
I woke up in my bedroom, underneath my covers, and in my robe.
My memories jogged up and within a second, I was on my feet, looking around for any signs of the intruder.
Everything was spot-clean and the previous crashes from our fight before just disappeared. It was like I had dreamed up the entire scene except for the fact that I could still feel a slight pain in my wrist.
Shocked, I rotated my right wrist - the supposed broken wrist - and it was as good as new. My eyes nearly bogged out of their sockets when I found my PSS g*n lying on the floor, right where I’d kicked it during the fight.
Which meant I hadn’t dreamed the entire fiasco. It was real. Just like my PSS g*n lying on the floor. I quickly put on some clothes and headed downstairs in search of Korah and M
