How could she just now be thinking about her friends? She tugged at Reaper’s hand, but he kept moving, pulling her along behind him. “Reaper, wait. We have to go back. Celine might still be in there.”
“Celine is fine. She’s already back in the States. So is Kate.”
Relief rolled through her and Caroline let him drag her along for another few minutes in silence as she processed his answer. “So they weren’t hurt?”
“Not the last time I saw them. They were pretty hell-bent on finding you, actually. Especially the dark-haired one.”
“Kate. She can be pretty fierce at times,” Caroline said.
“If that’s what you want to call it. She is very fierce.”
“How long have they been home? Where were they being held? What about the man who took me?” The recent past was such a haze. The days were blurred together from the drugs and the odd flashes of memory she’d retained didn’t flow together well enough for her to put the puzzle pieces in any kind of working order.
She got a grunt for an answer.
