She tried to sit up, but a sharp pain in her side made her gasp out loud. That was followed by a soft moan. The pain caused the nightmare of the shooting to come rushing back. Looking around, she obviously wasn’t in the school parking lot anymore. She searched her mind trying to piece everything together and figure out exactly where she was. Enough moonlight filtered into the room so that she could make out her surroundings. She quickly glanced around the neat and masculine bedroom. It only took a second for panic to set in when she didn’t recognize the unfamiliar room. She tried to scramble out of bed, flinging sheets halfway off the bed in an attempt to escape. A husky voice came from a dark corner in the back of the room.“Don’t thrash around like that,” the deep and vaguely familiar voice demanded. “You’ll tear open your wound and start bleeding again. I shouldn’t have to tell you that that would not be a good thing.”She automatically stilled at the command in the gruff voice.
