Chapter Ten
I couldn’t carry her all the way back to the resort. Instead, I told Dutchie to stand guard, then turned and ran up Kit Carson Street as fast as I could, eating up the almost half-mile like someone competing in the Olympics trials. As I pushed my way into the front doors of the main building, I almost collided with Aidan and Lilias, who looked as if they’d just come in from getting their own breath of fresh air. Lilias even had some pink in her cheeks.
“Hey,” Aidan said, catching me by the arms before I ran smack into him. “What is it?”
“Yes, Jessica — what’s wrong?” Lilias asked.
“J-Julia,” I panted, and they exchanged a puzzled glance.
“Julia?” Aidan repeated. “Who’s Julia?”
“From — from Los Alamos.”
Aidan’s eyebrows went up. “What the hell is she doing here?”
“I don’
