Nadia
“Hey!” I snap, spinning to glare at Grace as I stumble forward.
“Oh, just get out of the tent,” she hisses, continuing to shove me. “You’re riling the wolves –“
“Am I…going somewhere?” Shayne calls, worried.
“Straight to hell, you filthy piece of –“
But Cole snaps his head and snarls viciously at the patient who spoke, his command for silence loud and clear. The man shrinks back, clearly not happy about it but obeying. The patient glares at Shayne as she skitters away, meeting us at the front of the tent.
Cole nods sharply to the right, ordering us out into the darkness to stand with Rose.
“Hi, I’m Grace,” my friend says, holding her hand out to the journalist in a friendly fashion. I smack her wrist, making her drop her arm with a yelp. Grace glares at me in turn but I igno
