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I couldn’t find any fault with that logic.
“And I offered her up along with four young werewolves…” I remembered something Subira said early on. “And… one of them is… It’s Stacy, isn’t it?” I asked, once again closing my eyes as I remembered that girl’s bright smile.
“It was,” Subira confirmed. “Did you know her well?”
“She was the first person to greet me in Dallas when I was supposed to be protecting Carey,” I explained, eyes wet with memories. “She was sent to talk to me, a meeting of sorts, so the pack could figure out what I was doing. She was human at the time.”
“I see.” Subira touched my shoulder and then moved, sliding off the bed. “You won’t want to, but you need to eat. Davor and Niko prepared a hearty meal. Use your nose, smell it. See how you feel.”
I inhaled deeply, noting the smell of cooked meat. My stomach twisted and revolted, but also growled. I could tell I was hungry.
“I’ll try,” I whispered.
“Just think of it this way. Witches are going to die for this. You need all your strength to kill them.”
Curling my clawed hands into fists, Subira’s brutal words rang true.
“I’m going to kill all of them,” I promised, looking at her, knowing my gold eyes were visible and had been for some time.
“And they will regret ever touching your daughter,” Subira continued.
“Yes, they will,” I snarled viciously.
19
CHAPTER NINETEEN
CAREY
Carey stared at the ceiling. In and out of consciousness, this was the longest she had been awake. The lights were bright, but she stared at the ceiling.
Nothing hurt. Not her eyes in the light. Not a single spot on her body. She felt oddly detached from it all.
She stared at the ceiling as people ran around her and yelled things to each other. She could hear their footsteps. Someone was screaming for things, a shrill, awful feminine voice. Someone cursed as they went around her. Someone came over her head, blocking her view of the ceiling, with a light and flashed it in her eyes, turning away to tell someone something. Carey didn’t pick up the words. Then the face was gone.
Where am I?
She didn’t know.
Beeping. There was an awful beeping in the noise. Not just one type of beep. Multiple types. She recognized those beeps distantly, a word coming to her mind.
Hospital?
She didn’t know how long she lay there, but eventually, something started to burn.
It started small, a warmth in her body that spread slowly. It turned her on, woke her up in a new way.
She remembered going to dinner with Jacky. That woman, Courtney, her mother came. Things went bad. Jacky told her to run. Carey was shoved into a car. She jumped out.
Oh, yeah.
That was when things began to hurt. Her back. Her head. Her arms and legs. Aching and pain, feeling returning to everything, as even her toes and fingers hurt.
She made a noise, not sure how it even got out of her. Someone yelped.
Then the pain became worse, and Carey was screaming, her body suddenly lit up, feeling like someone had just set her on fire.
She started to thrash, hitting soft bodies as she screamed, trying to stop the pain. From feeling nothing to feeling too much, everything all at once, every ache and pain and things moving in her body that she didn’t understand.
