Chapter 8
Scout was sprawled out flat on her back, watching the dirt settle around her as she fought to catch her breath. Someone was shining Liv’s light around, making the dust motes flash like stars. Or was Scout just thinking she saw stars? They danced around her, sparkling as they swooped along air currents that cycloned around the room, unable to find an escape. How badly had she hit her head? She tried not to remember the day she’d been blown off her bike. She had taken much more of a tumble that day. Surely she wasn’t seriously hurt now, but she was reluctant to try moving too soon. Then faces clustered around her and hands reached for the seal of her helmet.
“Did you break anything?” Ottilie asked, sounding annoyed.
Scout, still not able to draw a proper breath, just shook her h
