Chapter 113

Face washed, changed into the cream-colored cotton camisole and girl boxers she wore in the summer, she settled into bed with a book from her untouched bookshelf—at least Michelle left that alone.

Within twenty minutes, sleep started to overpower her to the point where her eyes crossed as she struggled vainly to keep them open. Whoa. Those new pills Dr. Bagin gave her were serious. The book slid off the bed; she couldn’t even be bothered to stop its fall.

She reached for the light and nearly knocked the lamp off the table. Sleep. She had to. Now. No fighting it. She pulled the covers over her with arms that felt like forty-pound weights.

Very…potent…pills…

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Nolan Carrington opened his eyes. Had he heard something or dreamed it? He frowned. The ceiling looked wrong. He lifted his head, grimacing at the effort. What the— The room wasn’t remotely familiar. Where the hell was he? How did he get here? He couldn’t remember a damn thing. His head dropped b