Life was pain, that was a given. But how much pain was it required for life to become death? It felt like I was about to find out.
I forced my eyes open, succeeding on the fourth attempt, and I stared at the unfamiliar ceiling. I expected the panic to come, for the fear and horror, but none of that happened. Instead, I lay on the warm, soft sheets, surrounded by fluffy cushions and that sweet, comforting smell that made me consider going back to sleep again.
Then I recognized that scent and the memories flooded in, hitting me like a brick. The shift at the bar and the trouble with those customers, then the attack and… Gabriel.
I sat up and my head spun so badly, I had to catch my face with my hands since I thought my body was going to fall apart. A set of fingers that weren’t mi
