Chapter 91
John woke with a gasp, heart pounding, then squinted against the bright sunlight. He didn’t remember falling back asleep, but he must have.
That could have only been a dream, more like his typical nightmare than the memory he’d been investigating. The last thing he could possibly handle right now was falling back into that madness.
He’d put it behind him years ago, and that was exactly where it needed to stay.
He rolled onto his back and stretched, telling himself he wouldn’t but looking down at his body anyway. Everything was the correct size and proportion.
He was not an early teenager still trying to catch up to his own rapidly changing limbs. He was a grown man, and even though he had a mess to figure out, he was on his own with it.
James was not here now any more than
