Chapter 124

I wake up on the couch in the apartment, a cool, damp cloth on my head that’s been draped over my eyes, but no one is here with me, and I clamber to get up in a panic. My shoes are on the floor next to me, and there is a throw pulled over my body by whoever deposited me here. I blanch in complete disorientation.

I guess the men put me here, probably Jackson, considering the care I have been shown. I have been shoved out of the way and left to sleep for God knows how long. An unimportant hysterical woman who got in the way of the bigger picture. They are probably down there like panicked rabbits, running about in chaos, falling apart, trying to find out if their leader is dead.

Alexi might be dead. It hits me with the same shock it did downstairs, and I instantly wretch in reaction to a real magnificent trauma to my heart. Pulling myself off the couch, I have to run to get to the kitchen sink before I vomit all over it. As sheer devastation consumes me, I throw my face in