. .’ A burning knife sliced its way down his spine, then dug its glowing tip into his hip. Twisting. ‘God. . .’Silence.Then the alarm on his phone warbled again.Logan jabbed a finger at the screen till it shut up. Sagged in the visitor’s chair, legs still up on the bed.Cramp chewed at his calves. Gritting his teeth, he levered his feet down from the wrinkled hospital sheets onto the grey terrazzo floor – cool beneath his socks. Scrubbed at his face. His voice came out as a deep gravelly growl. ‘Unngh. . . Time is it? ’Blink. Took a few goes to get his phone in focus, but eventually 06:30 wobbled into view. ‘Crap.’Whose bloody clever idea was it to read a dirty big lump of a novel till four in the morning?Samantha was asleep, lying there with her mouth open. Didn’t matter how many times he told her the spiders were going to sneak in and lay eggs in her head, she always slept like a corpse. Lucky for some.He winced his way out of the chair and limp-shuffled through into the room’s tiny bathroom.
