Chapter 38

• ALYSSA'S POINT OF VIEW
• She woke up with a start, her head was ringing like the toll bells in Silverstone and she had the urge to keel over and throw up the contents of her stomach. Her eyes lazily flickered open but everything was blurry,
• A groan slipped past her lips and she lifted a hand to the back of her head, her fingers pressing against the sore spot. Red hot pain flared at the contact and she winced, dropping her hand instantly,