What the hell is she talking about?
Somehow, I find the energy to open my eyes again and stare at her. She looks exhausted, with dark circles under her eyes, her hair in a messy bun on her head.
“I’m…awake.” More croaking but it’s better. “Water?”
“Yes.” She reaches for a cup and puts a straw between my lips.
I suck the cold liquid gratefully, even though I can only swallow a little at a time.
“What happened—” Before I can finish my sentence, it all comes rushing back.
The attack.
The tasers.
Allora’s screams.
Tex.
I immediately try to sit up.
“Hey, no, you have a head injury,” Courtney says quickly, gently pushing on my chest.
“Tex!” I grunt, though the effort costs me and I have to lay back.
“What?” Courtney looks confused.
“Where’s…Rage?”
“Everyone is out looking for Allora,” she says softly.
“Call…someone.”
“You need a nurse?”
“No. Rage. I need…call!” God, it’s hard to fucking talk. I need her to read between my very blurry lines of communication.
“Okay, calm down. I’m calling him now.” She pulls out her phone and puts it on speaker so I can hear it ringing.
“What’s up, Court?” Rage’s voice calms me.
He’ll handle this.
I want to but I don’t think I can.
But my best friend will.
“Rage.” My voice sounds raspy and weak but it doesn’t matter. “Listen.”
“What do you remember?” he asks automatically.
“Tex.”
“Tex?” He’s quiet for a beat, but he’s not stupid. “He did this? Are you sure?”
“Saw…him.”
“Hang on.” I hear him calling to Daniil. Lots of voices. I can’t hear what they’re saying, but then I hear a roar.
