Drayco awoke with the vague impression he was drenched in sweat, though he wasn’t wearing a stitch of clothing. Was he floating? Floating out the window, floating into a warehouse, hearing colors and shapes bouncing off walls.
A corrugated sulfur spike pierced his senses: a g*n firing. Then his shock and horror as he saw the red stain spreading over Officer Decker’s chest and a matching stain on Sarg’s leg. The room in the corner Sarg had skipped wasn’t unoccupied …
A blue-tipped fork of a bird call shot through his bedroom window, and he focused on it, willing himself out of the sleep paralysis. Then he was free.
He swung his legs over the side of the bed and ran his hand through his hair. The alarm clock showed it was only four, but he got up and headed for his piano. Good thing he wa
