Chapter 10
The sound of a buzzing alarm broke into Hana’s sleep, creating a sense of irritation in her consciousness. It roused her, forcing her to a surface she didn’t want to visit. She lay still, squeezing her eyes tight shut and hoping sleep might reclaim her.
“Freaking hell!” Logan’s groan sent her shooting upwards, following the agonised sound until her hands found his body in the darkness.
“What?” she demanded. “What’s wrong?”
“I think I broke my hand last night,” he moaned. Hana heard a twang, followed by the sound of breaking plastic as he threw the clock radio against the wall to silence it. She drew back in shock.
“Logan! Now you broke the clock. And probably pulled the plug socket off the wall.”
“Sorry,” he replied, his voice sleepy and laden with discomfort. “The buttons
