33
Flynn
I groaned, the choked noise from my throat rousing me from empty darkness. Thinking I’d slept well for the first time in months, I rolled, and pain slammed into my head like an avalanche, dizzying my brain like I tumbled end over end.
My fingertips found wetness on my head, and I clenched my eyes tight against the throbbing inside my skull.
What had happened—
Saige.
Gunshot.
I pushed onto my hands and knees, realizing I’d sprawled across Brock’s stoop. Blinking brought his empty cabin into focus.
“Saige?” I croaked, trying and failing to blink the pain away.
Sitting back onto my haunches and grimacing, I turned my head, the failing light unhelpful in allowing me to look over the homestead.
“Saige!” I hollered—she didn’t answer.
Gunshot… I touched my head again, the stin
