Chapter 36 Everly
Chapter thirty-six
Everly
Warm hands grip my shoulders, shaking me gently. “Everly,” a familiar voice calls, thick with worry.
Distantly, I hear the rustle of clothing and the unmistakable sound of Raiden’s wings snapping open.
“Is she okay?” someone inquires, their voice strained.
“I don’t fucking know,” Raiden snaps, irritation lacing his words.
A low whimper reaches my ears, soft but unmistakable. I can sense them—Anika and Nymeria are close by, hovering. My head pounds relentlessly, but that seems to be a normal thing at the moment.
Without warning, I’m scooped into someone’s arms and cradled against a warm solid chest. The scent of leather, pine, and whiskey surrounds me. Raiden.
“How did she get past all of us?” Tristan’s voice cuts through my hazy mind.