Hana snorted. “That’s right. You promised to help me with Culver’s Cottage and my old house. But you didn’t, did you?”
“You wouldn’t let me!” Logan turned to her, his grey eyes wide with disbelief. “I’ve tried to speak to you so many times.”
“I don’t want to speak to you.” Hana squeezed her eyes closed and focussed on the various pain sites in her body. Her speech sounded slurred and out of sync with her lips. She didn’t register the route and Logan gave up speaking to her, her fear reaction working its way out in flashes of irrational temper.
The injection in Hana’s butt made her pliable to the kind female hands which helped her undress and pull on a nightdress that wasn’t hers. She descended into the soft, comfortable bed and a welcome pit of nothingness which held neither pain nor fe
