Wake up. Georgette did not even consider ignoring such a summons. She opened her eyes and found a stranger sitting on the bed next to her. She pushed herself up on frantic hands and scrambled backward, unsure of where she was, which bed she was in, and whose angry face scowled down at her. She felt as confused as she had on waking this morning. The circumstances, and her surroundings, were so eerily familiar she almost closed her eyes, just to see if she was dreaming. Only one thing stopped her. The eyes. Those haunting green eyes, this time illuminated by lamplight instead of sunlight. They were the same, and yet they were different. This time, they were not inviting her to come closer. “James!” She swallowed her gasp of joy, ignored the dark look on his face in favor of focusing on the fact that if he could glower, he could breathe. His expression was not surprising.
