There hadn’t been much in the way of a struggle since I’d gone with them willingly in a bid to get them away from Fiona.
Jared studied my face. He grabbed my chin and tilted my head one way then the other before prodding my tender cheekbone. I bared my teeth but didn’t wince.
“I don’t think there’s anything broken,” he said and fished a flashlight from his pocket. He aimed it into my eyes. “Pupil movement is even. What day is it?”
“Tuesday, or maybe Wednesday at this point.”
He ran me through a few more questions before he seemed satisfied.
“I don’t believe you’re concussed, but just to be safe, have someone stay with you overnight and try not to sleep for more than an hour or two at a time.”
I nodded, familiar with the spiel. This wasn’t my first head knock.
“You should ice your cheek,” he said, although his expression told me he knew I didn’t intend to bother. He waved a hand. “Get going. Go find out how your girlfriend is.”
“Thanks, Jared.” I left before he changed his mind and made a beeline for the reception desk inside the station. A young man sat behind the glass partition. His eyes widened as I approached.
“How can I help you?” he asked, his tone surprisingly firm.
“I’m here to see Fiona Ryan.”
I was getting her out of here ASAP. I just hoped someone had called Ariadne.
The guy typed something into the computer and frowned. “I’m afraid you can’t see Miss Ryan yet,” he said apologetically.
I scowled. “Where is she?”
