Remember me?” He blinked, eyes streaming into his beard. “No,” he managed to say. “That’s annoying, I make a point not to be the sort of girl you forget in a hurry.” “No,” he gurgled again. That incandescent anger peeled her nerves apart like split ends. She could smell her own sweat, and his. “I’m one of your lab rats, Tom. I’m the ghost of lab rats past.” He went still, stopped struggling. Hannah blew a kiss in his ear. “Honey, do you remember me now?”
