Fifteen
She was bleeding. Barely conscious, judging by the confused way she blinked at him, then shielded her eyes.
A prickle of rage started in Bash’s scalp and traveled all the way down his spine until his entire body vibrated with it. Someone had done this to her. No way she just happened to wind up bleeding in a forgotten passageway all on her own.
He swallowed it back and crouched at the entrance of the narrow corridor. “Toni,” he said gently. “It’s Bash. Can you hear me?”
“Not…deaf.” Bravado mixed with real pain. That was Toni for you. “Sleepy.”
“Don’t go to sleep,” he ordered her. “We need to get you out of there. I’m coming in.”
“Won’t…fit.”
She was right. He’d outgrown this little pass-through, even though they used to race through it when he was a kid.
“Then you’re going
