Chapter Twenty-Three
Tawnyetta awoke to voices. Some male, some female. Some shouting, some blubbering. One voice stood out. Deep, steady, close.
"Are you all right, lass?"
Her eyes fluttered open to see Michael, his hair dripping wet, his eyes full of worry.
"Tawny!" Bridget's face popped into view.
It registered in her brain that they were both looking down at her. She was flat on her back laying on something bumpy and hard. The ground.
Tawnyetta lifted her head suddenly, "Angie?"
"She's fine, everything's fine," Michael reassured her, reaching around the back of her head with his hand for support. "You should lay down for a wee bit longer, lass," he instructed as he lowered his hand, allowing her head to sink back to the earth.
Relief flooded through her body as her throat swell
