“Everywhere,” she moaned. “Oh, Lyle, it’s been so many hours. I thought—”
Lyle hushed her with a finger over her lips. (Too dry. Needs water.) “I’m going to call 911, okay? I don’t want to move you.”
“Don’t leave me!” Her voice rose an octave and the panic in it made Lyle shudder.
“I won’t. Just to the phone. Then I’ll be right back.” He touched her forehead, feeling awkward and confused. “I promise.”
You make a f**k ton of promises don’t you, wolf?
“Shut up,” Lyle mumbled. It was too hard to think with Arius’s voice whirling through his head. He knew without question that Mrs. Connor had lain there for way, way too long. The smell of the urine was strong and harsh. It was also as cold as forgotten coffee. How many hours? And how many more could it have been if Lyle hadn’t come back w
