A wall of icy water slammed into Jonathan’s back, ripping Franklin from his arms. Jonathan screamed, but the churning river of debris swallowed the sound. His lungs burned, starving for air. Instinct took over. The first lung-full caused his body to convulse, expelling the life-stealing water. His diaphragm rebelled and forced more dirty water into his lungs. Through it all, Jonathan never stopped screaming Franklin’s name.
“Jonathan. Wake up.”
Jonathan barely heard the voice. His ears and sinuses still throbbed with each desperate beat of his heart. His lungs were still full of water. He couldn’t breathe.
“Snap out of it!”
Jonathan’s body jerked like it sometimes did right before falling asleep. He gasped and choked as more water found its way down his trachea. But this time, the water tasted like a swimming pool instead of brine. And it was mixed with patchouli scented air. His eyelids fluttered open. Blue’s face hovered over his.
“What the hell?”
“I’m sorry about throwing water in your face, but you refused to come out of trance and I have another client in ten minutes.”
“What the hell did you do to me?”
Blue patted his knee. “I didn’t do a thing except guide you into a level six stage of profound somnambulism. The rest was all you.”
Yeah, right. Jonathan wanted to get the hell out of there as fast as possible, but his body refused to cooperate. He was still flying higher than a freaking a kite.
Blue glanced at her notes then back at Jonathan. “You seemed to be experiencing an amalgamation of two separate traumatic events. Can you elaborate on what happened?”
“Yeah. I was drugged without consent and then mind fucked.”
Blue’s eyebrows twitched, but that was her only reaction to Jonathan’s accusation.
He hoped he’d be able to sort out his memories. He’d been a little more claustrophobic after he and Franklin were rescued from the mine, but now … just the thought of going into a mine made him dizzy. He hoped it was just an after effect of the drugs.
Blue poured a cup of what smelled like coffee into a mug and handed it Jonathan.
He shook his head. “No thanks.”
She had the nerve to actually roll her eyes. “It’s just coffee. The caffeine will help you shake off any lingering effects of the trance.”
Jonathan climbed out of the recliner and headed for the front door. A middle-aged woman was sitting on the couch in the living room, flipping through a new-age magazine. She looked up when Jonathan walked by.
He nodded towards the beaded curtains. “Whatever you do, don’t drink the tea.”
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