Chapter Thirty-One
They sat her in a chair in the back of the Com Room. A doctor came up and cleaned and wrapped the wound on her neck.
“You’re a lucky girl,” the doctor said. “If you’d torn your jugular, there’s nothing we could have done.”
“Raina saved me.” Nola stared at the dried blood that still covered her hands.
Mine, Raina’s, the red-haired boy I killed, Nikki’s. Who else’s?
She couldn’t even remember.
“Magnolia.” Stokes came over from the giant screen. He had been shouting into the com a few minutes ago. Vampires had been hiding in the tunnels, waiting to ambush the guards. The guards kept talking about Emanuel leaving traps. But Emanuel would be out of the city by now, finding cover before dawn.
“Magnolia,” Stokes said. “I need to ask you some questions.”
“She needs to re
