Chapter 17
Rafe fought hard against waking up. Not only because of the pain pounding inside his head, but because it was all going to be so much worse when he opened his eyes and saw where he was. Cowardly though it might be, his plan was to let himself drift, enjoying the strange illusion of gentle fingers massaging his throbbing temples, and a voice crooning soft words of comfort that wrapped around him like a fleece blanket. Once he awakened for real, the pleasant dream would disappear, and the nightmare would begin.
The only hitch in the plan was the urgent demands of his bladder. He groaned. Time to suck it up and deal with the real world.
Opening his eyes a tiny c***k, he gave thanks the lights had been dimmed. As he’d expected, the sensation of the massage ceased, and the soft vo
