CHAPTER TWENTY † STUPIDITYARGUING VOICES, THOUGH hushed and hissed, woke me from one of the deepest slumbers I’d ever experienced in my life. I wished they hadn’t,
though, since the second I surfaced from the dreamless darkness, percussion grenades of pain exploded one after the other in my head. Add to that the pins and needles running up and down my arm
dangling off the side of the bed. How I ended up on my stomach when I usually slept on my back was beyond me. In fact, I had no recollection of how I got into bed, let alone my hotel room last
night.
I pulled the numb limb to my chest and rolled over, groaning the whole way. Boom. Another grenade. Instinctively, despite the agony, I reached up with my non-numb hand for my patch. The velvet
dome remained secure. One thing less to worr
