I try to scramble to my feet, but my vision is blurred. My connection to my arms and legs is slipping,and even the simplest movements feel like a chore. Wet sand collects in my hands and my brain hasliquefied and is sloshing against the sides of my skull.
I push myself away from the car, scooting further into the brush alongside the road, all the while Rianand her driver are moving towards me.
Rian looks wrecked. Her white shirt has blood around the collar and her lip is already swelling up.Even as I slip from consciousness, I can’t help but be a little proud of my fight.
“She is gone,” Rian says, though I can’t see her anymore. “Put her back in the car.”
Except, they aren’t the stars.
uddenly, I’m floating. My head lolls back, and I open my eyes to look up at the sky
