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Rain’s fingers bit into hers in a tight grip. When this was over, she’d bear fingernail marks in the back of her hand, but if that was her only problem, she was getting off easy.
“Where is the shooter? Did he get away?” Rain’s rough whisper rocked Dove.
She bit her lips to keep from screaming for Quaide to get down, find cover, the same way that the guys ordered her, Rain and Lark.
On her other side, Lark hunched into a tight ball, making herself the smallest target possible.
Some heavy metallic noises struck the car feet away from them.
“Shots! Let’s get out of here!” Lark pushed off the ground and made a run for the next vehicle parked in front of the house.
Dove barely registered the soles of Lark’s sneakers kicking up. Gripping Rain’s arm, she shoved away from the vehicle too. But Rain’s arm slid from her grasp. When Dove glanced over her shoulder, a hand came down on her mouth, cutting off sound and air.
She felt her chest well with the need to exhale. Then her feet left the ground and she was being carried off.
Away from Quaide.
* * * * *
Quaide!
Her mind floated down a dark tunnel. Then the black ring at the end expanded until she realized her eyes were open and she was still staring into the dark.
In a rush, her senses all came back at once. Her ears filled with a hum of a fan from somewhere nearby, though she didn’t detect any air blowing across her.
Ignoring the deep throb in her skull, she let her head fall to the side. A few shafts of light allowed her to see the bed beside her.
Was she on a bed too? It was hard enough to be a table.
Her gaze slid over the shape on the bed.
When she tried to move her tongue, it was glued to the roof of her mouth. She worked her lips apart enough to cry out, “Rain!”
Her sister rolled her head toward Dove. Oh god, she was bleeding from a cut on her temple. Her blonde hair was glued to it, stained dark.
“Rain, are you all right? Talk to me.” Panic incinerated any shred of calm she’d gained over the past days in Sentry’s care.
She tried to reach out a hand to Rain, but she couldn’t move it more than half an inch. “Oh my god! My hands—”
“We’re tied up, Dove.”
Dove gaped at her sister. “How can you sound so calm?”
“Because you’ve been knocked out for a lot longer than I have been. I’ve had time to figure out all the things you are right now.”
“So fill me in!”
Rain turned her head to look at the rectangle where some light trickled from. Then she looked at Dove once more. “We’re strapped to some beds.”
“Where?”
“I’m not sure, but it looks like some kind of hospital or something. See that cart in the corner? It’s covered in medical supplies.”
“What!”
“Keep your voice down, Dovey. We don’t want them to come back in!”
“Who isthem?” Her voice quavered on a note of terror.
