Michelle came to with a monotone scream sounding in her head as she was jostled hard against some soft surface.
She reached up to cover her ears, but couldn’t.
Her hands were zip-tied together.
The scream might have been her own. Or imagined.
Another slam threw her into—Jesse’s back. They were lying side by side in a fast-moving vehicle. On a very, very rough road.
That’s when the throbbing kicked in. Raising both hands together, she was able to find the swelling lump on her skull. Then the incredible pain of her jaw.
The image came back of a fist connecting with her chin and her collapsing like a rag doll. Some hero she was.
Triage.
She had no arterial blood flow, no bleeding at all that she could find.
And she was breathing normally despite a cloth tied over her mouth. She could
