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Though I couldn't help wondering what had happened - and whether it had been an accident, or someone's attempt at retribution.
"Oh, he's dead, have no doubt of that," Blake said. "The car doesn't even resemble a vehicle anymore."
Fear leapt into my throat, my heart. I didn't want to believe him, but I couldn't feel Quinn. Not in my mind, not in my heart.
He couldn't be dead.
He couldn't.
Boots invaded my vision. Shiny brown boots. I swiped a hand across my eyes and forced my head up. Past the boots and the medical uniform, until Blake's blunt features swam into view. His silver eyes glinted with pleasure and his expression was victorious.
"I will kill you, Blake." Though the words were shouted inside my head, they came out as little more than a croak. "And if I don't, the Directorate will."
"Oh, the Directorate can only legally kill me if I kill you. And I don't actually intend to kill you. That would be too easy. The person I intend to kill will be someone else entirely."
Which made absolutely no sense. I licked my lips. The sick fear churning my gut seemed to be sweeping through the rest of me, sapping my energy. My arms and legs were quivering with the effort of holding me upright, and it was all I could do to not collapse.
"Don't you dare go near Rhoan," I spat, "or I'll fucking erase you and every one of your goddamn sons from this earth."
"Oh, I have no intention of killing him. Him being unable to find or save his sister will be punishment enough."
He gave me another sharklike smile. "And you, my dear wolf, won't even remember who you care for, let alone who I am. Hell, you're not even going to remember who you are. I bid you farewell, Riley Jenson. I hope you enjoy the week you have remaining - but I very much doubt you will."
And with that, my world went black.
Chapter 7
Waking was an abrupt and ugly process. Sensations flooded my mind, overwhelming and confusing and, most of all, painful.
My body burned, my skin burned, my head burned. Everything hurt. My back, my legs, my arms, my face. Even my goddamn brain.
It felt like someone had strung me up and used me as a punching bag. A bag that now lay abandoned and forgotten.
I lay on my back, and the surface beneath me was sandy and hot. It stuck to my skin, grinding like sandpaper, itching and hurting all at the same time.
The air was also heated, and ripe with flavors that were strange and oddly exciting. There was a vastness to the air, an emptiness, as if I were lying somewhere that held nothing and nobody except me and the burning earth.
I tried to open my eyes and discovered I couldn't. I frowned and lifted a hand. My arm felt heavy, tired. My fingertips, when I brushed my face, felt nothing, although the lack of sensation did not apply to the hand as a whole. Frown deepening, I switched hands. Felt the dry stickiness caking my eyes.
Blood.
There was blood on my face.
Why was there blood on my face?
I didn't know, and that scared me far more than the burning in my body and brain.
I rubbed the blood away and forced my eyelids open. The sky above me was blue. A deep rich blue from which the sun burned brightly.
That's why my skin burned. I was getting burned.
I twisted my head, looking for cover. The land stretched out before me, filled with sandy red hills and scrubbylooking plants. It seemed totally empty of any other sort of life.
How the hell did I get here?
I didn't know. I really didn't know.
Fear swirled, briefly catching in my throat and making it hard to breathe. I forced it away. I could worry about the hows and whys later. Right now, I needed to find myself some shade or I wasn't going to survive much longer.
