“Kiara.” A voice wafted from above, growing more urgent. Desperate. “Wake up, dammit!” “Kiara, if you wake up right this second, I’ll tell you about my scars. I’ll tell you anything you want to know! I’ll give you all my secrets.” Jude. “I know you want to know. I can always see the questions in your eyes.” A choked growl rumbled in his chest. “Just wake up and open that cheeky mouth of yours. Insult me! Just say something,” he added with an uncharacteristic whine.
