CHAPTER 8MATT WASN’T SURE WHAT WOKE him up. He didn’t feel ready to be awake—he was still groggy, and the ceiling slowly crept from one side of the room to the other. Except it still kept out the sky. How did it do that? He scrunched his forehead, trying to figure it out.
It was going to have to stay a mystery, ’cause he didn’t have the attention span to figure it out right now. Closing his eyes, he drifted somewhere between asleep and awake, automatically “looking” for James in his mind. He could go back to sleep as soon as he had that connection.
He found James’s mind, and someone else’s.
Miz.
Matt’s eyes popped open, and he shut the connection with James reflexively. As a defense.
Dammit. Someone must have given him narcotics, because he felt weepy, and he never felt weepy unless s
