CHAPTER 53
A BLACK CAR
Liz roused herself from sleep at the sound of a voice a week later. She opened her eyes, disoriented, her neck aching from the hospital armchair. She looked up and smiled at the droopy eyes of Matthew lying in a hospital bed. He wore bandages over his arm and leg and had bruising around his face. He winced as he attempted to shift his body upwards. “Stop! I’ll help you.” She leaned forward and gently hefted his heavy muscular weight into an upright position. He jiggled his body upward. She stared into his blood-shot eyes. “How are you feeling?”
“Like I’ve been put through a furnace and beaten with a bat.” His eyes darkened. “I saw a firefighter coming in, thinking he was about to get me out of there, but boy was I wrong.”
Liz angled her head, wondering. Was Domen
