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Roy drove the car straight to the wooden dock. The wheels spun as he braked hard, and the car did a three-sixty and stopped with one wheel dangling over the edge. He pushed at the door, bolted out, and slumped to the ground. Roy was on his knees, breathing heavily. His eyes were dazed, and a stream of black blood trickled from of his mouth. Mori wrapped her arms around him, but he shrugged her off. He tried to yank at his shirt to pull it off, but Mori wouldn’t loosen her grip.
“No,” she said firmly. “You’re not going to shift now. You’re not going to die. You have to stay with me.” He struggled again but couldn’t loose himself from Mori’s hold. “Get the boat, please,” Mori directed Orla and Lorcan.
“Shouldn’t we take him to the hospital?” Lorcan asked.
Mori shook her head. “It woul
