I came to in the ambulance, completely disoriented. Fear overcame rational thought, and I thrashed and cried until Luke’s face appeared above me. He gripped my hand. “It’s all right. Hold still. They said you just need a few stitches.” He brushed my hair back from my face with his other hand and leaned in close. “Shh—try to relax.”
Focusing on the feel of his fingertips against my clammy skin reminded me that I was alive. “He killed Briette.” I sobbed, and the pressure from my heaving chest caused pain to arc through my body.
“We’re going to have to sedate her.”
“No.” Luke’s voice was firm as he spoke to the EMT. Then he turned to me and put both his hands on the sides of my face. “Adri, look at me. You have to stop moving. Breathe. You’re safe now. I know Dallas hurt you, but you’ll be
