Chapter Twenty-Five
Thump. Thump. Thump.
The thudding noise continued on endless repeat. It took me a few more seconds, or maybe it was minutes, before I realized it was the pounding of my head. Fuck, it felt like it was split open. I’d definitely taken a serious hit.
I tried to open my eyes, blinking, but I was stuck in that foggy place between consciousness and unconsciousness.Wake up!a voice in my head urged.
Through the haze, a shadow moved. My eyes were so heavy, each blink took too long, took too much of my effort, like my eyelids were lifting weights. But through each blink, I saw the figure move toward Kenna.
Kenna. Ohmygod. Is she okay?
Alarm surged through my blood, rushing to my head and causing the pounding to pick up. Was this person here to rescue us? Bits and pieces of the past few minutes flashed in front of me, even so, that I could somewhat comprehend what happened. The figure struggled to pull Kenna out of the car. She didn’t fight. She didn’t move at all. And that concerned me.
I moaned.
“I’ll be back for you, sis.” That voice. That fucking voice. And for just a split second, the blurry face cleared.
Horror chilled my blood.
NO. NO. NO.
I tried to reach out, tried to grab onto Kenna, but my head just fell with a thud as unconsciousness took me back into oblivion.
Wake the fuck up!a voice demanded again—louder and more persistent—annoyingly so. This time when I came to, pain accompanied the beating in my head. A long groan pulled from my lips, and I lifted my hand to the side of my skull. Warm, sticky stuff coated my fingers.
Blood.
My blood.
Why was I bleeding? Why was it so dark? And what the fuck was that constant beeping?
I saw the cracked and splintered windshield first, and the horrible memory hit me all at once. We’d been in a car accident. There had been a truck. It hit us, sending Kenna’s BMW careening over the side of the escarpment. It looked like a tree had stopped her car from tumbling further down the hill, and it lay slightly on an angle.
My breathing quickened. A car crash explained the pain radiating throughout my body and the blood oozing from my head.
Fuck. Everything hurt.That was my first thought, followed by…Oh, shit. Kenna.
Where was she? Was she hurt?
I shook off the pain, trying to move, but something had me pinned down. “Kenna,” I moaned, but there was no response. Turning my head to the side, the driver's seat was empty. My eyes did a quick sweep in front of the car. One of the headlights flashed through the darkness, but I didn’t see a body. I couldn’t find Kenna anywhere.
Think. Think. Think.
Grayson!
He must have helped Kenna out of the car. I turned, and fear clawed in my gut. Grayson was slumped over in the back seat, blood dripping from a slash above his eye. He wasn’t in any shape to be pulling bodies out of the car, and his seat belt was still attached. He hadn’t moved.
Then who?
A flash of Carter’s face darkened behind my eyes.That motherfucker.
“Firefly!”
My nickname bellowed through the darkness, followed by the scuffling of gravel and quickening of approaching footsteps.
Hope peeked through the confusion inside me. “Brock?” I muttered. Am I hearing shit now? Why would Brock be here? He hadn’t been in the car with us. It made no sense.
“Firefly, God, don’t move.” Fear wasn’t something that I heard in Brock’s voice often, but I heard it now. “I’ll get you out.”