Ford opened his eyes slowly, hating the raging headache that filled his mind.
And hating how waking up like this seemed to be slowly becoming a habit.
Yet, waking up at all must mean that his magic held out long enough. That was a blessing.
He lay on his side, wrapped in a blanket. His pillow was soft, and warmer than the chilly air around his face. Several worried expressions stared back at him.
They seemed to be in a kind of cleft in the chalky white cliff. Rain fell at the entrance in great sheets of water so thick that they looked to be behind a waterfall.
It reminded him of that stormy night hidden in the rock with Mia. A small smile pulled at the corners of his mouth as his mind recalled the memory of that night.
But where was Mia now? There were only four faces staring at him from the loose semicircle of people. He opened his mouth to ask, but didn't get the chance.