"You wouldn't believe me if I told you," his voice was hoarse; raw. It hurt. Speaking hurt, like he'd just been in a shouting match. His body was weak, it trembled; his vision danced with spots, his stomach churned with the need to be sick. He looked up at James" face, dark skin backed by a halo of light where the moon formed a ring behind his head. "I think I'm going to pass out." 