I shifted, sending a bolt of pain through my skull, down my spine, and wave of nausea rolled over me. I moaned. “Cory?” Erin’s hands touched my cheeks as my mind creaked and groaned into motion like rusty gears. My lids fluttered opened to the shadow of her shape, and I blinked to clear away the fog. “Talk to me, Cory.” I glanced around and realized I was lying on the floor in the kitchen, but I couldn’t remember how I’d gotten there. “Hey.” My lips were dry, the word harsh and quiet. Her eyes were shining. “Thank God you’re okay. How do you feel?” “Like shit,” I croaked. “Do you know what day it is?” She looked into one eye, then the other, checking my pupils. My brows knit together, trying to retrace my steps. The last thing I remembered was coming home, finding Jade — Jade. Everything came back in a tidal wave. Jade hovering over me with her face twisted. Van’s lips on mine. Jill. She said she’d kill Jill. Faces and words rushed through my mind, and the air left the room, left my lungs empty and burning.
