Chapter Twenty-Eight

“Roger that, Olivia.” Dr. James' voice crackled over the connection. I could hear Maddy crying in the background. “I'm in the lobby. Bring him home.”

“Spock?” Tyler's feeble voice asked, his head lifting to search for his beloved dog.

“He's here. We got him, too,” Logan told him. “We got you both. You're safe now.”

Tyler relaxed his head onto Logan's shoulder, but he kept his death grip on Logan's raincoat. Logan's eyes met mine for a brief moment. Their depths reflected the simultaneous relief and urgency I knew were in mine. Without another word, Logan turned and moved quickly back down the hallway toward the main lobby. Spock was right behind them, eyes up on Tyler's feet. One of his ankles didn't hang correctly and was already swelling. I swallowed down the lump in my throat as I scrambled after them, hoping that the obviously broken ankle was the worst of Tyler's injuries.

The storm howled against the tunnel and the lights flickered, but we didn't stop. Logan followed the pat