Allissa

Lyle wouldn’t let anyone else carry her.

Ivan had offered twice, but both times Lyle growled and tightened his hold on Dayanara. After that, none of us asked again.

Her head rested against his shoulder, and her arms hung limply against him. If I hadn’t watched her collapse, I might have thought she was sleeping. But she hadn’t moved. She hadn’t even opened her eyes.

“Where are we going, Hollis?” Darren asked. “Is there somewhere nearby that can help her?”

“East.” ...