Elena's Point Of View

A sharp, splitting pain thundered in my skull like drums from hell.

“Mmmgh,” I groaned sharply, my voice hoarse, dry, like sandpaper scraping against wood. The light from the window sliced across my face with cruel sharpness, forcing my eyes shut.

“Graham,” I mumbled in protest, my voice barely a whisper, “close the windows, please…” I groaned again, louder this time, hoping he’d hear and move. My limbs ached, my temples throbbed, and my mouth tasted ...