Paloma Perez.
Rebekah puts her hand on my head, and that’s what finally pulls me out of the nightmare replaying in my head—out of the image of Elijah, out of the feeling of Enid’s hand still pressing around my neck like it’s really there.
“I asked Emma to make you some tea.”
I shift on her bed and turn to face her. “I’m fine, really.”
She brushes a strand of hair behind her ear. “I’ve known Enid my whole life, but even I wouldn’t be okay if he laid a finger on me. That man is a demon.”
“Your brother… is he alright?” I ask carefully.
Rebekah nods. “Yes. The nurse just left. Knowing Elijah, he’s probably already thinking of how to come after Enid again. This isn’t the first time he’s gotten hurt. I’ve seen bullet wounds…”
“What!?” I sit up in shock.
She gives me a look like she’s
