Waking up in the brightly lit living room made Ulric wish he could shut his eyes again. His eyes burned, and he let out a groan of pain before he lifted his arm, which felt heavy, and flopped it over his face. What the hell had happened to him?
No sooner had the question floated through his head, Ulric heard Cindy’s voice cut through the air. It immediately added to the pain in his head. “He’s awake!”
Ulric groaned again. “Don’t shout,” he muttered.
But Cindy was too worked up to hear him or follow the simple instruction. Suddenly, he felt small urgent hands on him. She shakily palmed his cheek, grabbed his shoulders, and then awkwardly hugged him all in a matter of seconds. “You’re awake! I knew you would wake up!”
“Cindy, calm down. Let him get some air,” Raven said. Footsteps follo
