Chapter 2
Emory came awake gradually but didn’t open her eyes, fearing that admitting light would make the excruciating headache worse. It had jarred her out of a deep sleep with pains so piercing it was as though a nail gun were being used inside her skull. She was hearing a noise not ordinarily heard in her bedroom, but even her curiosity wasn’t enough to embolden her to lift her eyelids.
In addition to the sharp pains inside her head, her right foot was throbbing constantly. She’d run too hard on it this morning.
The aroma of food was making her queasy.
Why was she smelling food in her bedroom, when it and the kitchen were on opposite sides of the house? Whatever Jeff was cooking—
Jeff didn’t cook.
Her eyes sprang open, and, when met with nothing she recognized, she sat bolt upright.
The alien scene before her blurred and spun. Scalding bile gushed into her throat. She barely managed to choke it down before spewing it. Dizziness thrust her back down onto the pillow, which she realized wasn’t her pillow.
And the man looming at the side of the bed wasn’t Jeff.
She blurted, “Who are you?”
He came a step closer.
“Stay away from me!” She held up her hand, palm out, although she had no chance of fighting him off. She was as weak as a newborn. He was a giant.
But on her command, he stayed where he was. “Don’t be afraid of me. I’m not going to hurt you.”
“Who are you? Where am I?”
“You’re safe.”
That remained to be seen. Her breaths were short and quick, and her heart was pounding. She willed herself to calm down, knowing that panicking wouldn’t benefit her.
“How do you feel?” His voice was low and rusty, as though he hadn’t used it in a while.
She just stared at him, trying to piece together the disjointed stimuli and form an explanation of where she was and why she was here.
“How’s your head?” He hitched his chin up.
Tentatively she felt the area indicated and groaned when her fingertips touched a knot behind her left ear. It was like she’d struck a mallet to a gong, sending waves of pain through her head. Her hair was sticky and matted with blood, and her fingers came away stained red. She noticed blood on the pillowcase.
“What happened to me?”
“You don’t remember?”
Her mind backtracked. “I remember running. Did I fall?”
“I thought maybe you could tell me.”
She was about to shake her head, but the motion made her ill and caused another sunburst of pain. “How did I get here?”
“I’d been watching you through binoculars.”
He’d been watching her through binoculars? She disliked the sound of that. “From where?”
“A ridge on another peak. But I lost track of you and thought I should check it out. I found you lying unconscious, picked you up, brought you here.”
“Where is here?”
He made a motion with his hand, inviting her to see for herself.