8
“Sebastian, wake up. Please, wake up.”
Tess’s voice was low and came from above him. He was in a sea of black. Was it night? Were they back in the During? He shifted his head, then groaned at the nausea that rolled through his belly.
“Be still,” said Leo.
Sebastian felt warmth on his head. Anything was better than the sensation of a dull, rusted knife dragging through his brain. He swallowed, his throat constricted, and he winced. Not trusting that he would have a voice, he tried to remember what happened, where he was, and why he felt like the uniforms had a turn at him.
“Nothing is broken. He’ll have a bump, but his brains aren’t scrambled,” Leo said.
“From here, they feel like it,” Sebastian argued, surprised his words were audible.
Blinking open his eyes, he stared up into pal
