Her knees wobbled, and Carl stood, wrapping his arm around her waist to keep her from falling. He frowned, not bothering to hide his concerned expression.
“Sweetheart, maybe you should sit back down.”
Kayla shook her head, drawing on her anger to give her strength. With a deep breath to steady herself, she managed to pull herself up straight. “I can’t. I need to find out who’s responsible for this. I’m not just going to sit here and wait for them to attack me again. What happens if Alec isn’t around next time? I won’t let some zap-happy circle freaks use my memories against me. Those bastards are going down.”
He lifted her chin and tilted her head back. From the hard look in his eyes, she realized Carl’s anger was simmering just below the surface and ready to bubble over.
“I don’t blam
