Twenty-Two
A blast of a semi-familiar scent assaulted my nose, rousing me from what felt like a very shitty nap. I opened my eyes and winced at the bright light of Iain’s flashlight on his phone.
“What the hell was that for?” I groaned and looked around.
Desmond and J.T. were still both laying on the ground and they began to stir. The night’s events came crashing back to me and as I sat up, I winced at the headache it gave me. Iain put a hand on my shoulder and started to haul me to my feet.
“I can stand up on my own, thanks,” I said and pulled free of his grasp.
“I’m sorry, but you’ve been out here for hours. It’s past midnight. We need to leave or else we’re going to risk getting arrested.”
“But no one’s out here and the car was hidden,” I said, rubbing the base of my skull which h
