Guy pulls his hand back from his head, and the lantern light shines against the blood slicking his fingers and palm. Stumbling to his feet, he says, “You’re dead. All three of you are dead. When my dad hears about this—” “Oh, shut up,” Eliana interrupts. “And sit down before you pass out and hit your head again. We need to call an ambulance.” “And the cops,” Maeve adds from beside me, and she wraps an uncharacteristically protective arm around my shoulders. “You assaulted Remi.”
