I woke to screaming.
Not mine, though the pain radiating through my abdomen suggested it should be. The screaming was coming from above, from outside the bunker. Battle cries. Commands. The sound of bodies hitting the ground.
"She's awake!" Skye's voice, high and terrified. "Natalie, she's awake!"
Natalie's face swam into view above me, pale and streaked with tears. "Don't move. Don't you dare move. Help is coming."
The door- the door that had been cracking, breaking, was suddenly silent. Then I heard Victoria's voice, sharp with authority: "Stand down! By order of the Council, stand down or be executed for treason!"
More sounds. Fighting. Then a voice I knew, rough with pain and fury: "WHERE IS SHE?"
Duke.
"The bunker!" someone shouted. "They're in the bunker!"
The pain hit again,
