Forsaken (Protectors #4)

Mav

I hadn’t even gotten the car in park before Eli opened the door and when I saw him fall to his knees, I fumbled with my own door. We were alone on the secluded stretch of road that ran north through the reservation. I had no idea where Ronan had hired the hearse from, but when we’d turned to head north out of town, they’d gone south.

“Eli,” I yelled as I hurried around the car. He was still on his knees and his face was stricken as he tried to draw in enough air to breathe. If I hadn’t known better, I would have thought he was having an asthma attack that was truly constricting his ability to breathe, rather than a psychosomatic symptom of the extreme stress he was experiencing.

That I had brought on.