Chapter 28

I fall asleep with gran’s poetry book in my hand.

As I drift off, the events of the past few days swirl through my mind like pictures made of smoke, wispy memories plucking at the edges of my consciousness.

The hungry look in Cameron’s eyes as he cornered me in the back alley.

Felix holding me in his arms in the pouring rain.

The storm.

Alastaire pulling me from the recording studio then almost kissing me in the study.

Finding the book of poems once owned by my gran.

The pain in my chest like something sharp and cold plunging into my heart.

The same pain I’m feeling now, the searing ache pulling me up, up, out of my dreams, into the light….

I bolt upright in bed, clutching my chest with both hands. My heart is racing, and I blink, my eyes adjusting to the soft glow of the bedside lamp.

It’s dark outside, probably the middle of the night or very early morning.

I must have dozed off while I was reading earlier.