Chapter Twelve
The girl lies in the bed, her eyes wide and unblinking.
“Are you okay?” I whisper.
She doesn’t move, not even when I climb onto the side of the bed. I take her hand, surprised to find it warm. Her hair had felt coated with ice when she came in. How has she warmed up in just a few minutes? Whatever help Damon was to her body, her mind doesn’t seem improved.
“Penny?” I squeeze gently. “You’re okay now. You’re safe.”
No answer.
I don’t undress, but I do climb into the bed with her. If I can’t offer words of comfort or medical help, at least I can give her body heat. Her hair still feels cold and wet against my arm. I can’t help but shiver as I curl myself around her.
“No,” she whispers.
I push up on my elbow. “Penny?”
“Don’t leave me here.”
Her eyes stare at nothing.
