PIPER
Fire.
That's my first thought. There is another fire in the house. The shrill ring is the alarms going off.
I jerk away from Timofey's warmth, wincing at the sharp pain that tears through my arm and shoulder.
The kitchen is clear. I don't see any flames or smoke.
I frown. "Is the fire alarm…?"
I can't even get the words out before Timofey reaches around my body. His hand slides down my back and lower. He digs around for a second and then comes out with my phone in his hand. It's ringing.
It looks like he wants to crunch my phone in his grasp for interrupting…whatever the hell we were just doing.
"Oh." I reach for it, fighting my own mix of feelings. "I should have recognized the sound. It's the medication, probably. I'm loopy."
I'm high on pain pills. No wonder my inhibitions are lowered.
