Nineteen
An entire regiment of off-key pipers was warming up in Kyla’s head. The discordant drone rang inside her skull, loud enough she wanted to whimper. But that seemed like a lot of work. What the actual f**k had she drunk last night? Had she been drinking last night? As the pain dragged her out of the oblivion of sleep, she became aware of other aches. Namely… everything. Her whole body hurt. Maybe if she rolled over, she could get more comfortable.
Moving turned out to be too much effort, but it roused her enough to notice the warm hand clasping hers.
He came. He’s here. Wherever here is.
“Raleigh?” When his arms didn’t come around her, she worked her eyes open. The fuzzy vision resolved itself into an unfamiliar room full of grays and whites. In the dim light, she focused on the
