Cara became aware of a low growl when she started to come around. The noise annoyed her pounding head but was, at the same time, strangely comforting. She wanted to know whom the growl belonged to even though she had no idea where she was or why she was in bed.
As she pried her eyes open, she was glad to see she was in her own room and someone had closed the curtains. She didn’t think she’d be able to deal with the sun right away. Her brain was trying to force its way out of her skull.
Heath paced quietly back and forth at the end of her bed, growling low. She cast a glance around the room and spotted Laney sitting in the chair reading a book. Cara would have been pissed at her lack of concern if the other woman didn’t have a switchblade in her hand, flicking it open and closed, a look o
