Chapter 98
Maeve
Thursday
Maeve feels the faintest sense of breath on her face.
A looming presence. Someone leaning over her.
She tries to move and pain sears through her shoulder, her left leg.
She bites down on her lip, tasting blood, then forces her eyes open.
Where is she? It takes another moment for her eyes to focus.
The face swims in front of her then firms into shape.
Cody Geary.
What is he doing and why is she here? The car.
It comes back. The sound of a car. An engine revving.
Speeding up. And then shock and pain and darkness.
Cody is saying her name, and now he’s saying something else.
He’s speaking to someone on his phone, calling an ambulance.
That’s good. That’s a good thing to do. She lets out a slow breath.
A hand on hers. Cody’s hand. Something else.
Something glinting in the streetlight’s glow, a few feet away.
It looks like a silver cat…a silver jaguar.
Cody is murmuring. Was Cody driving the car?
Now another voice. A woman’s voice. Shouting.
“Get away from her!”
Cody is yanked back, and someone else is hunkering down. Familiar scent. Bright print. Moira Fitzpatrick.
“Oh, Maeve, my god, what did he do to you? I’ll stay with you, don’t worry. I’ll call the guards and an ambulance and your mum.”
Cody’s voice. Distant. Telling her he’s already called an ambulance.
“A bit late for good deeds now,” she hisses. “Maeve, I’ve got you. And he won’t get away with it this time.”
Maeve registers the sound of a siren and drifts off to black.