The next thing she felt was a sharp pain to the back of her head, and then everything went black.
"No." Clarice put her hand on Allixon's arm.
“No, Luke didn't kidnap me. Well, he grabbed me that night on the way to my cabin, but believe me I was more than willing to go with him. Luke isn't dangerous."
When Allixon came to her first thought was that she was wet. Really wet. Someone was holding a cool, damp cloth on her forehead. She tried to focus. She had a splitting headache that kept pushing out rational thought. There were voices, but they kept going in and out.
"You almost killed her." It was a woman's voice. She thought she knew it but it kept slipping away.
A man said something, his tone was angry, but she couldn't catch the words. She let herself sink back into the swirling d
