I froze at the sound of that smooth, caffè latte voice. I hated it. It rasped over my already edgy nerves and dragged me back ten years in time, to the last time I’d spoken with Simon Pierce, here in this very building. On the last day of school, the final hour actually, he’d cornered me in the n...
When I woke the sun was streaming through the open curtains of my bedroom window and I knew it was much later than my usual wake-up time. I stretched luxuriously, feeling wonderfully rested and completely relaxed. Then suddenly, with increased wakefulness, adrenaline slammed into me and shocked m...