Rory’s POV
My eyes open slowly to a quite familiar room and I feel relief because I’m at the safe house. I try to pull myself up when I feel a jolt of pain from my rib side and I rest back on the chair, my hands around the thick blanket covering me. It wasn’t a dream then. I got shot. Damn! I can’t believe I was so careless to not be vigilant, but then I couldn’t. I was with Taylor.
Taylor. Where’s she? Did she get shot as well? Where’s Taylor? I can’t believe I put her in danger.
My heart skips and I panic and my frustration and anger grow as I try to get up and cannot because of the pain rushing through my side.
“Damn it!” I growl and close my eyes, trying to stop the pain mentally, if not physically.
“Rory?” The voice that always sets fire within my soul and whole being, and leaves
