Page 152 of Scars of Fate

“There you are.”

Her emerald eyes opened slowly.

For one terrible second, she stared at me without recognition.

Then she whispered, “Lucas?”

“I’m here.”

“What happened?”

“We crashed.”

She frowned.

“I noticed.”

Relief hit me so hard a laugh broke from my chest.

Of course.

Half-conscious and bleeding, she still had an answer.

“Don’t move yet. Tell me where you hurt.”

“Everywhere.”

“Anything sharp?”

“My head.”

“Neck?”

“No.”

“Back?”

“No.”

“Can you move your feet?”

She moved one boot.

Then the other.

“Happy?”

“Not even close.”

Someone groaned behind us.

Reality returned.

The team.

The pilot.

The traitor.