Chapter 10
The sun is bright against my eyelids. I don’t have the strength yet to open them. I’ve tried, several times. I want to reassure Malcolm that I’m fine. But since I can’t speak—
or even open my eyes—I’m probably not fine at all.
It doesn’t stop me from trying.
I’m resting in his arms. This I know for certain. I’m too warm and secure to be anywhere else. His fingers thread through my hair. Occasionally, he murmurs my name. I hear shouts, the rumble of a car. Then Samia’s voice breaks through the fog in my head.
“Honestly, all of you,” she says in her soft, lilting accent. “Bring her inside.”
Once again, Malcolm scoops me up. I want to help. At the very least, I could loop my arms around his neck, but it feels as though lead weights are anchoring my wrists. I can’t raise my ha
