8
Rye
For the second time in a night, I was awakened from the deep black unconsciousness of pain. This time it was Annabelle who shook me awake and helped me back to my cot.
"What … doing …?" The night came back to me in flashes. "Lauren?"
"We can't find her. Elijah's trying, but honestly, we're more worried about you."
"Where … Elijah?" My ears were ringing with a distant sound, like a siren.
"Elijah's in the car, waiting to see if you're in one piece." She shot off a quick text. "I got the fun part of this job because he can't fit through the bathroom window." She winked at me, that bright smile, wide as Texas, firmly in place. But I noticed how she looked, how she kept scanning me up and down. She wore a black tunic adorned with a skull over purple leggings, her hair partly tucke
