I blink my eyes open.
With my vision still more blurry than clear, I struggle to focus on the woman standing a few feet away.
“Do you know how shockingly easy it is to get one of these things?”
Since I can barely make her out, I’m left to rely on guesswork to guide me about what she’s talking about. I can only think she means the taser that shocked me into unconsciousness.
I blink a couple more times and then my vision clears. I’m sitting on the ground, more slumped than sitting against a tree at my back, but the tree isn’t my focus; the blonde woman waving a black and silver object in her hand is.
Bree.
All this time I thought Faith was the one who’d tried to kill me, but the gray hooded top that Shane’s mate is wearing tells me I was wrong about Faith, just as I was wrong to suspec
