Allison's POV

I refused to be condemned to a hospital bed. Immediately after I was stitched up, I requested to be moved via the telephone. Special Agent James Parlor didn't make me protest much before he approved the request, and I was taken to a safe house.

The ambulance ride felt like being cradled inside a beating drum. The world thumped with the siren and the motion of the drive. Each bump was like a needle in my side, shooting sharp stinging pain fast to my brain. The ceiling lights ...