My head throbbed, and someone was squeezing my hand, numbing my fingers with the consistent pressure. I wriggled my fingers experimentally and the pressure eased. A shadow fell over me, blocking the light, a warm breath tickling my face, and my brow furrowed.

"Can you hear me, Adrienne?", Lucas's voice asks gently close to my ear.

I wriggled my fingers again, as I struggled to peel my eyes open. They seemed glued shut. Lash by painful lash, I pried them open and found myself staring once ...