“Sleep if you can.” The suggestion is soft, the voice so achingly familiar that I squeeze my undamaged eye shut. You’re not really here. You’re a hallucination from pain and dehydration. A mirage. “Maybe,” Liam says, and I open my eye just enough to see him sit on the floor beside me. He pulls his knees up, resting his elbow on the side of the bunk just beneath my fractured arm. “Or maybe Malek sent me as a kindness.”
FUCK RIGHT OFF REBECCA THIS IS CRUEL
