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I twisted.

“Jesus Christ,” Sadie whispered.

“Don’t hold her down,” somebody said.

“He’s not,” Riot barked.

Dad said, “Give her room.”

Dad.

I couldn’t look at him.

I had to listen. The drain was inches away now.

Black behind the grate.

Cool air moved through it.

Or I imagined it. No. I felt it. Across my mouth.

My cheek.

I gagged.

I stopped knowing how many times the world changed.

Someone said my name. Mom. Then Marion. Then Riot. Clayton. Too many voices. All above me. All wrong.

The one that mattered was below.

Terror wracked me at the thought, but I had to listen if I wanted to—

Wanted to what?

Declan swore. His hands slid beneath my shoulders.

“Hazel, stop.”

Snap.

I lowered onto my stomach. I pulled myself forward on my forearms. The concrete scraped my skin.

Someone gasped.

The voice was clearer down here. It had to be.

I dragged myself another few inches.

Declan came with me, half beside me now, one knee and one hand on the concrete.

“Hazel, look at me.”

I turned my face toward the drain. Metal filled my vision. Dark behind it.

I pressed my cheek against the grate.

Hard. Hard enough that the metal bit into my skin.