Something sharp slapped him across the face and Jeff howled in pain. He was being slow roasted in a giant oven and any second his entire body was going to burst into flames. Ye Gods, what a horrible way to die. “Wake. Up.” Was that insistent voice aimed at him? Surely not. He’d died and gone to Hell. “I’m not kidding. I’ll dump a bucket of ice water on you if you don’t open your eyes and tell me what on God’s green earth is going on, Jeff Winston.” The demon knew his name. And frankly, a bucket of ice water sounded like bliss. A fresh wave of agony ran over him like a ten-ton steamroller and he succumbed to white pain that blanked out everything else. And then something else dawned on him. That was a female voice. “Gemma?” he mumbled. “Quit hitting me.” “Then wake up and tell me what’s wrong with you!” It was an enormous battle, but he managed to peel open one eyelid. His vision swam fuzzily as the vise crushing his skull tightened. God almighty, he was tough, but even he couldn’t stand this.
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