Blood ran down Quinn’s face from the open wound on his forehead. He wouldn’t open his eyes, but he was alive. Bailey crawled out of the car and slumped on the grass beside the vehicle. Sage was unconscious and bleeding in the seat in front of her; she’d caused the driver’s window to shattered on the way down.
The smell of blood filled her nose; it coated the air and left a metallic taste on her tongue. Quinn groaned from his spot between the front seats, which kept him from being flung out of the car. He’d smashed numerous times against the ceiling and into a pointed piece of metal that bowed into the car. His side bled, coating his pale shirt with red.
Quinn’s eyes fluttered open. “Sawyer?” He spoke hoarsely as he looked at her.
“How are you feeling?” She asked. He shook his
