“The ceiling looks different. I scramble to sit up. Tree branches canopy over a patio where two chaise lounges border a hot tub. Steam rises from the aqua water. I’m in a white tank-dress that I left in my closet in Malibu. Why the heck am I wearing it? Am I dreaming? I squeeze my eyes shut, and when I open them, nothing’s changed—this is real. “Daisy?” I scramble to turn around. It’s Belmont, and he has a black eye and a bruised cheek. “What happened to you? Where are we?” I ask. He rushes tow...ard me. Suddenly shockwaves ripple through me, and I curl up on the bed until the pain passes. I look at my ankle. A bracelet is clamped around it, and Belmont is wearing one too. “Please maintain a distance of at least five feet while standing and ten feet while lying down,” a man says over a P.A. system. Belmont and I look at each other, wondering what in the world is going on. *** Belmont Lord Yesterday Afternoon… Belmont sat up and shook the cobwebs from his head. He had been lying down, tucked under warm blankets, in a cold room. He looked at his chest.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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