“Has it been an hour already?” I asked, putting my hand up to ward off the glare of Shane’s flashlight. “Yeah,” Shane said, relief shining in his eyes. “Were you sleeping?” Milo asked. I could hear the admiration in his voice. I hadn’t been sleeping—more spacing off really, thinking about the visions I’d seen and how to move forward with helping Ian. “She’s got ballocks,” someone else said. Shane held out his hand to help me up. He was grinning from ear-to-ear, and when he hugged me tight I was surprised. Tonight he’d shown genuine concern for me and it felt incredible. Cassandra seemed disappointed that I was in one piece, but not Johan. “Well done, you,” he said, looking at me like a starving man stares at food. I glanced over my shoulder and said a silent goodbye to Maggie and her family.
