“Fuck,” I mutter, trying to sit up. “Can you just—” I press the heel of my hand to my forehead, trying to will the throbbing there away. “Can you stop screaming?” One glance at Keyanna MacKay tells me this was the wrong thing to say. “Are you fucking kidding me?” She throws up her hands just to let them plop to her sides, still gaping at me with wide eyes and an open mouth. “You’re the Loch Ness Monster?”
