‘What do you mean?’ ‘A voice, in my head.’ Imogen nearly crashed the car. She told him to wait for a second before he said anything further, and she parked at the side of the road, taking a moment to try to calm down. ‘A voice?’ she asked eventually, trying to keep the tremor from her own words. ...
My head felt like it was splitting, and my mouth was dry and furry. Not wanting to wake up, I squeezed my eyes closed again, willing myself to go back to sleep so that I could be spared from the discomfort. I rolled onto my side, and almost jumped out of my skin when I felt it – a leg, against my...