C8 CHAPTER EIGHT

Sleeping Beauty’s face from appearing in his mind. He remembered the way her eyes had fluttered open and stared at him like she’d known him. Which was stupid. He tried to focus on the page he’d reread for the third time.

His phone rang, startling him. Digging it out of his pocket, he saw it was Dr. Frank. His heart raced. “Hello?”

“She’s awake, and she’s asking for you.”

He jolted to his feet