When I finally came to, I found myself in the hospital room, not remembering a thing.

“What? Where’s Shade?” I saw a red and black figure out of the corner of my eye.

“I’m right here,” he said. I turned his way.

“Am I a good actor or what?” He asked. I smiled some. Of course he was. The knock from the butt of a gun wouldn’t knock him out. I looked at my watch as my whiplash finally stopped being all…. whiplashy. I’d only been out for a couple of hours. Wow.

“Yeah,” I said. “Yeah you are. And me? Meh, that was real… ow…” I said, touching my broken neck. I would be dead if I would be human. Thank Heaven I’m not.

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