I felt my eyes flutter open, and I noticed I was lying there looking at the ceiling. I went to sit up, but my whole body hurt as if I'd been dropped. As I thought that, my mind went back to what I remembered, which was that a hand had been to my throat for a moment as I began to pass out. Xander's hand had been the one around my throat. I was sure he was going to kill me, yet here I was...
"Take it easy to sit up." The all-too-familiar voice sent my heart fluttering into a flurry, so I forced myself to sit up and found myself on Xander's bed again, with Xander standing in the corner watching me.
"Why didn't you kill me?" I whispered as I blinked back the tears. I couldn't help myself. Out of all the things I could have said to him in that moment, it was this.
"I guess my sanity broke th
