Chapter 120

SCREAMING.

Burning metal.

The smell of his skin frying in the sun.

The pain shot across his shoulder, down his spine. He kicked his feet because they were the only thing he could move. The rest of him was caught under the truck. Or what was left of it.

"Zain? Zain!"

Rustling fabric. A muted squeak.

He knew that voice, but it was wrong. It didn't belong in this hell-hole.

Zain's eyes popped open, but the darkness was overwhelming.

Had he died?

The bed dipped on his right.

He rolled, reaching blindly for the source of the sound and grasped something soft. Curvy. Feminine.

A high pitched yelp preceded someone landing on the edge of the bed.

Andrea.

He tightened his grip on her thigh, curling his fingers around the soft, inner part of her leg.

It was a dream. All of it.

"Oh my God, Zain." She panted, her voice shaking with near laughter, pitched too high with strain.