Chapter 18
The sky moved, shifting smoothly over Alex’s head. He was having a terrible time focusing, but he could see the motion. He could feel it.
Was he in the back of a truck? That made no sense. People squeezed in around him, containers he couldn’t see well enough to recognize lined the sides.
Something was wrong with him, something about his chest.
A fire burned deep inside of him.
A fire.
Connor was lost in a fire.
“Get him away from here,” Alex said.
A woman leaned close to him, her fingertips on his throat just under his jaw.
“Get who away? We’re almost there.”
“Don’t let Connor near this f*****g truck!”
The shout, or as close as he could get to it, left Alex coughing, gasping for enough air to stay conscious through the flaring pain.
“Connor’s with Etan, Alex,” she sa
