“Get up.”
A snapping voice cut through the questionable oblivion of sleep. As the sound tunneled through to Ty’s brain, with it came awareness of pain. Instinctively, he fought to stay under, shrinking away from inevitable agony.
“Get up, damn it!”
“Honey, what are you—”
Something struck him. A solid but…soft? something. Not hard enough to really hurt but sufficient impact to drag him through another layer toward consciousness.
“If he’s not up in the next thirty seconds, I’m hitting him with my stun g*n instead of a pillow.”
What the actual hell is going on?
Ty cracked his eyes open enough to catch a glimpse of an irate Ivy in the doorway before the slanting sunlight through the window forced him to slam them shut again. “I’m awake,” he rasped.
“Harrison, go get him some pain kille
