“Ah, she’s finally awake.” I whirled at the voice. I should’ve recognized it earlier. Should’ve known. But it was different somehow. Younger? The face that greeted me certainly was. No paunch or jowls. No wrinkles at all. He didn’t look decades older than me. Not now. But I knew those eyes, even if they had morphed with disgust. “Sully?” I croaked.