I woke with my head throbbing. My mouth tasted like an old boot. I laid in bed like a dead body. I must have had another nightmare because my body was drenched in icy sweat. I could taste the burn of bile. I wished I could force myself back to sleep.
"Is Angela feeling better?" Layla asked.
"Keep your voice down, muffin."
My breathing stopped at the sound of Jess' voice. She loved me. She said she loved me. I couldn't wrap my mind around what had made her feel that way. I thought back to the first time we met. I stood on the front steps, my arms crossed and my eyes working to meet her own.
"What do you want?" Her tone was one without malice or much emotion at all.
