Graham’s POV.

My head pounded like a drum, my vision swimming in and out of focus as I tried to make sense of my surroundings. Someone was shaking me, their voice a distant, angry roar. I struggled to open my eyes, feeling like I was surfacing from a deep, dark ocean.

“Graham! Wake up, you bastard!” Flora’s voice pierced through the fog in my mind, sharp and shrill. I blinked, my vision gradually clearing. Flora’s face came into view, twisted with ...