Elliot's P.O.V.
Rage was my only burning reaction as I tried to right myself after that fight. I had to move quickly before anything else could happen, but I didn't manage to make it far before blacking out. By the grace of f*****g irony, I didn't die in that clearing though. The bastard Yancy hauled me back to the cabin. And I had only found that out because I woke back up the day after, bruised and aching.
"So you didn't die," Yancy growled from his seat slumped over at the kitchen table.
I pushed up on the couch, forcing my tender sides to heave with deep breaths. I shot the man a glare and swung my legs over the side of the couch. "No thanks to any of my associates, it would seem." From the sound of it, the cabin was empty aside from the two of us. Connor, the damn traitor, likely
