His hearing was the first sense to recover. Feeling would come soon. He had a terrible premonition that the coming pain would be something he'd never wish on his worst enemy. With a low groan Andrew Peterson opened his eyes. He blinked to clear the rain and melting snow from his frozen lashes, and inhaled a long breath of cold damp air. â€œShit.â€ He exhaled. â€œThis can't be good.â€ His words echoed back at him, bouncing off the fog.
|Double Diamond by Tanya Hess|