“Good,” Theo says. “I want to make sure you’re okay.”
Yeah, it’s probably good because right now, my migraine is making things fuzzy again.
Lilly must notice, because she places her hand on my thigh. “You okay?”
I swallow, wetting my lips, but I have to shut one of my eyes, because a piercing feeling pulses through my head. Fuck.
“We can deal with this later,” Lilly says, taking the phone from me. “Theo, can we call you back?”
“Of course,” he says as I go to protest, but Lilly hangs up.
“Lilly—”
She shakes her head. “No, you’re not feeling good, and this is something we can handle after speaking to the doctor. What’s most important is making you better. I’m not going to push you harder than you can handle.”
She stands up. “Where are you going?”
“To go meet Runa and the doctor.” She pushes past Lara and Ottar, who glance at each other.
“Don’t let her go out there by herself,” I say.
“I was thinking the same thing,” Ottar says.
I start to stand, but Lara gives me a look. “Stay, Keller. She’s right, you need to get better.”
“I’m fine,” I say, as pain shoots through my skull, causing me to squeeze my eyes shut and wince.
Fuck.
“Real fine.” She rolls her eyes and then takes a seat in front of me. “You’re going nowhere.”
ChapterThirty-Six
LILLY
“Lilly, wait, let me clear the car first,” Ottar says, coming up behind me.
“Clear the car?” I ask. “For what? It’s Runa and the doctor. I’m going to help them unload. The quicker the doctor can see to Keller, the better.”
“Just let me clear it first,” Ottar says as I take a step outside, the car’s bright lights shining on us both.
Ottar must flip a light on to the outside because the front of Harrogate lights up the circular driveway.
The car comes to a park, and I see Runa in the driver’s side, a man in the passenger, and . . . are those two men in the back?
“Get back,” Ottar says, standing in front of me. “Get back in the castle.”
“Ottar, stop,” I say just as Runa opens her car door and stands. “Runa!” I wave, and I move past Ottar to go give her a hug, but I’m snagged by the wrist just as the back two car doors open and two tall men stand, both of them holding a gun.
What on earth is going on?
“Move it,” the man next to Runa says, pushing her forward so she nearly stumbles to the ground.
“Lilly, back in the castle, now.”
“She moves, and Runa gets her head blown off,” the man says, pushing Runa forward more, the barrel of his gun pointed at her. My stomach bottoms out as the men come into view.
Broad shoulders. One with a beard, the other with a mustache, but eerily familiar in looks, both with the same eyes as my mom . . . as me.
