Chapter 7Regan lay on a pile of bloody bedding in the bathtub, drifting in and out of consciousness. Mei held her hand and brushed the sweaty, matted hair from her brow while Ian hovered in the background, helpless with guilt.
The front door banged open. Ian nearly jumped out of his skin as Adam slammed into the apartment. All business, he pushed Ian back, shaking his head when Ian tried to speak. Then gently, he took Mei by the shoulders and set her aside to attend to Regan.
Over his shoulder, he called to Ian the items he needed: the vodka from the freezer, ice packs, and a knife. The last request made Mei green around the gills. She put her hand to her mouth as if she would be sick.
“And get me every clean towel you can and set a pot of water to boil. I’m going to need to cauterize t
