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There was no way in hell I was leaving Morrigan right then.
None.
“Call an ambulance yet?” I asked.
“Done when you took off after that dumbass.” He jerked his head toward the man who still lay on the ground, passed out cold. “Why does he look familiar?”
I didn’t know. The fucker’s face was still in shadow, and I hadn’t taken my gaze off of Morrigan since I got to her.
“We need to see what’s going on,” I said in frustration. “Where’s the fuckin’ light here? This station is usually lit up like the crack of dawn.”
“I’ll go ask,” KD said as he gently transferred Morrigan over into my arms. Where she belonged. “You want me to take him?”
I’d kicked him hard. There was no way in hell that he was waking up.
“No,” I said. “I’ll keep an eye on him.”
Kick him again if he starts to wake up.
“K,” KD said as he moved away.
I didn’t look at him, again my gaze still on Morrigan’s face. Or what little I could see of it. The shadows of the building, as well as the very early hour, meant that I could barely see.
What I could wasn’t good. She had a small dollop of blood that was running down her temple. But she was breathing. God fucking damnit, she was breathing.
Morrigan’s breathing started to change, but that was the only outward sign that whatever had caused her to pass out—whether it be the man hurting her, or her POTS—finally let her out of its grasp.
Irrational anger was starting to sing through my blood. Why would anyone try to harm her? What had she done to cause that kind of ire?
What had he done to her?
My hands automatically went to her lower half, and I couldn’t tell you how fucking relieved I was to feel that she was still wearing pants.
My god, if that had happened, I’d be spending some time in the penitentiary again. Willingly.
Just as that thought occurred to me, the lights outside flared brightly.
I blinked, allowing my vision to adjust, and didn’t miss the way those sparkly brown eyes looked back at me.
She smiled sorrowfully at me, then my eyes caught on the bruising on her neck.
How long had she been awake? Could she even talk?
I tilted her chin up with my thumb and said, “You can’t talk, can you?”
She blinked at me twice. The ‘universal’ sign for ‘no.’
“You tried?” I asked.
She blinked once.
Yes. She’d tried. Of course, she’d tried.
When she woke up from passing out, she could usually talk just fine once all of her systems came back online.
But if there was something wrong with her throat keeping her unable to do that…
The man at my side started to stir, but before I had to kick him again, a cop car rolled up and a familiar face got out of it.
