His brain woke up first. His body wasn’t nearly as accommodating.
Lucas struggled to open his eyes. They felt like sandpaper, grating over his eyeballs, while the rest of his body had turned into the bubbling tar he’d seen once at the La Brea Tar Pits. Heat weighed him down. It filled his nose and glued his shirt to his chest. His crotch felt uncomfortable, too, but there was no way to fix that without squirming around, and right now, such a simple act exceeded his abilities.
It was a minor miracle he pried his eyelids open.
He wasn’t in the car anymore. Someone had stretched him out on a narrow bed, the mattress beneath him thin and too short. The back of his ankles rested along the edge, though thankfully, somebody had taken off his shoes. As more of his senses came alive, the smell o
