Elijah Vega.
The moment I gasp awake, I don't care about those around me. Rodrigo, Rebekah, Sergio, even Seven standing over me like a damn surgeon. None of them matter. I’m scanning for one face only.
“Where is—” I start until the door opens.
I shoot off the couch like I’ve been lit on fire, arms out before I even see if it’s really her—but of course it is. She crashes into me and I catch her like gravity itself just gave up. My hands find her head first, cradling it against my chest like that alone will make everything alright.
Everything that happened floods my brain. The needle, Enid, her alone in the woods while I was paralyzed on the damn ground like some helpless i***t. My fists clench even though she’s in my arms. How the hell did I let my guard down? I knew Enid was out there
