Tessa Simmons moved back and forth, back and forth. The lulling, quiet, almost peaceful swaying nearly coached her back to sleep, but panic ran through her mind, telling her to struggle to stay awake.
Or get awake.
She blinked, trying to grasp onto the threads of thought wafting through her mind. She couldn’t fall asleep again. The surface beneath her pitched to the right at a more violent clip, and Tessa’s elbow hit a wall. She woke further, and her head cleared a little bit more.
Memories streamed through her mind, and the pinch of a needle in her neck sent a shiver through her body. Heat engulfed her, and sweat broke out along her forehead.
She sat up slowly, her pulse increasing as she remembered all that had happened in the cottage. A moan started low in her stomach, but she kept
