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“Havoc? Havoc! Can you hear me?” A worried voice called out from the darkness. “Please wake up!”
“Holy cats! She’s bleeding,” said a deeper voice.
Someone started shaking her. Her body felt numb and yet still hurt somehow. The chill of the winter night felt like a block of ice sitting on her chest, filling her mind with fog and mist.
“Havoc, it’s Labrys. Oh Goddess, please be okay!”
“Havoc, can you open your eyes for me?” the voice sounded like Savage.
Shea opened an eye. Savage crouched over her, silhouetted against the lemony glow of the parking lot lights. Labrys and Indigo stood nearby.
“W-w-where . . . ?” Shea’s voice sounded like gears grinding. She sat up. A sharp pain in her chest made it hard to breathe. “S-so . . . c-c-cold.”
“Let’s get you inside, girl,” said Savage.
