Chapter Five
Naomi woke with a start. The bed was empty. The cabin was still dark.
It wasn’t morning yet…well, actually it could be. Sunrise in January in this part of Alaska wasn’t until nearly ten o’clock.
She inched out of the bed and found her clothes, then her shoes.
“Col?” she called.
No answer.
She rubbed the back of her head where the bandage was wrapped tight. Nothing hurt. Not even a twinge.
Naomi hurried to the bathroom and pulled off the strips of purple fabric. She bent and twisted in front of the mirror enough to see that the wound on the back of her neck was gone. Healed. Just poof, it was gone. It hadn’t been a terrible cut. But there had been blood. There should at least be a scab. She ran her fingers over the smooth unblemished skin again.
Her bladder clenched, wa
