Zane~
A heavy fog clung to my mind, thick and disorienting. It felt like I was drifting in water, my body floating somewhere between consciousness and nothingness. For a moment, I thought I was dreaming, but then the pain registered. A dull ache pulsed in my skull, and my body felt overheated, like I'd been thrown into a furnace and left to simmer.
I tried to move, but my limbs were sluggish, weighed down by an unseen force.
Then, voices.
Muffled at first, then clearer, like a radio station tuning into frequency.
"Did you have to practically burn him to unconsciousness?"
That was Jacob. I knew his voice anywhere—smooth, laced with amusement, but edged with irritation.
A lazy chuckle followed. "Not my fault," another voice replied, smooth and laced with amusement. "I'm a fire spirit. I can't help it if mortals can't handle my heat."
Fire spirit? Mortals? What the hell?
