Court didn’t know how long he was out, but at some point, his mind drifted back to consciousness and the sound of familiar voices in an enclosed space. His tent, perhaps—he seemed to feel the canvas stretching behind his head and up, away, over him into the sky. Or maybe that was just the after-effects of the pills Bree had given him. He’ll have to ask her about those. Something-cet, eh? For migraines? Knocked him right the hell out.
“He’ll have to stay off this for a week or so.”
Adam’s voice came from somewhere near Court’s feet. Once Court heard it, he felt hands on his lower leg, and a dull throb where he took the bullet in his calf. Hopefully Adam was only checking on the wound, and had already sutured it while Court was out. He didn’t feel any pulling on the skin, no faint tug of n
