Page 101 of Into the Fire
Then I felt a sting in my neck from behind.
I slapped a hand over my neck, like I could stop them from drugging me even though I knew it was too late: it had already happened.
“It’s all right,” the British guy said calmly. “No reason to panic. You’ll be well cared for.”
“I’ll be… I have to…” My words didn’t sound right because my tongue already felt fuzzy in my mouth. My knees buckled and the British guy, stronger than he looked, caught me on the way down. “They’ll…”
I was thinking about the Bastards, wondering if they’d look for me or if I’d be like all the other girls who disappeared with no more fanfare than a few flyers stuck to light posts in Blackwell Falls.
My head buzzed, darkness crowding in around the edges of my vision.
“Take her downstairs,” the British guy said as everything went black. “Tell him we have her.”
