A voice spoke in her head. Jake not Kane.
“Are you okay?”she asked.
“We’re all okay.”
“Thenwhere’s Kane?”
“He’s right next to me.”
“So why the fuck isn’t he talking to me?”She shook her head. He was alive. She’d worry about everything else later. “What happened?”
“They’ve taken the machine.”
“Shit.”
“At least they didn’t blow us all up.”
“I’m guessing because they want to blow something else up.”
“Like the whole world.”
Something prodded her in the side, and she opened her eyes to find Christa glaring at her. “They’re fine,” Kaitlin said. “But the Tel people stole the machine.”
“Damn.”
She leaned back and tried to relax. There wasn’t much else she could do right now. Christa sat beside her, tears slowly seeping from her eyes as she stared at her father’s body.
The day had started so well. How had it all gone to crap so quickly?
Jake appeared at that moment, and Christa scrambled to her feet and hurled herself at him. He wrapped his arms around her and held her close, looking at Kaitlin over her shoulder. She glanced past him searching for Kane. But Jake was alone.
“They’re checking out the bodies,” he said.
“Is anyone else…?”
“No one else was even hurt—just Leila and Brandon.”
She raised a brow and stared pointedly at her ankle.
“And you,” he added. “How are you?”
“I’ll live.” She’d feel better once she’d seen Kane. Or at least heard from him.
“Kane?”She reached out to him.
“Later.”
She pressed her lips together. She was starting to feel a little pissed off. The emotion was familiar and a whole lot better than feeling pathetic. “Can you find me something to use as a crutch?” she asked Jake.
“Maybe you should just stay where you are for the moment.”
“I don’t want to stay here. I want to see Kane.”
“Give him a little space, Kaitlin. He’s hurting.”
So was she. And wasn’t she supposed to comfort him? Weren’t they supposed to comfort each other? Isn’t that what love was all about? Jake was comforting Christa.
“Give him a little space. He’ll come around. He blames himself.”
