Down the Rabbit Hole (4 page)

“What the hell did you do to
me?”

Blue patted his knee. “I
didn’t do a thing except guide you into a level six stage of
profound somnambulism. The rest was all you.”

Yeah, right. Jonathan wanted
to get the hell out of there as fast as possible, but his body
refused to cooperate. He was still flying higher than a freaking a
kite.

Blue glanced at her notes
then back at Jonathan. “You seemed to be experiencing an
amalgamation of two separate traumatic events. Can you elaborate on
what happened?”

“Yeah. I was drugged without
consent and then mind fucked.”

Blue’s eyebrows twitched,
but that was her only reaction to Jonathan’s accusation.

He hoped he’d be able to
sort out his memories. He’d been a little more claustrophobic after
he and Franklin were rescued from the mine, but now … just the
thought of going into a mine made him dizzy. He hoped it was just
an after effect of the drugs.

Blue poured a cup of what
smelled like coffee into a mug and handed it Jonathan.

He shook his head. “No
thanks.”

She had the nerve to
actually roll her eyes. “It’s just coffee. The caffeine will help
you shake off any lingering effects of the trance.”

Jonathan climbed out of the
recliner and headed for the front door. A middle-aged woman was
sitting on the couch in the living room, flipping through a new-age
magazine. She looked up when Jonathan walked by.

He nodded towards the beaded
curtains. “Whatever you do, don’t drink the tea.”