I don't sleep much. An hour here. Two hours there. Chronic insomnia, it's one of more tolerable lightning strike aftereffects. Not as bad as the veiny red scars tha cover me from neck to toes, or the burning in my chest that flares hotter when i get emotional. Insomnia? Eh. It could be worse (and usually is). Most people wish they had more hours in the day. I keep almost the full twenty-four hours.
When I go to bed at night, it's not with the intention to sleep. If sleep happens, great. If it doesn't, well, that's omething i've gotten used to.
So when I opened my eyes and saw a guy standing over my bed, I had assume I'd finally fallen asleep.
Or so I thought...
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Struck
ParanormalMia Price is a lighting addict. Los Angeles, where lightning rarely strikes, is one of the few places Mia feels safe from her addiction. But after a devastating earthquake, the city is transformed into a minefield of chaos and danger. Two warring cu...
