44. Haven

I might’ve passed out. Okay, I totally passed out.

When I came to, Cannon was smacking me across the cheek. It was probably a dream-come-true moment for him.

“Hey, sunshine,” he growled moodily. “Wake up.”

My eyes shot open. I was lying on the floor, still in the room where we’d been told what they were going to do to Wick, and his best friend was kneeling over me, scowling.

“They’re going to drill a hole in his head,” I uttered, my voice raspy, running too high and too fast.

“Yeah,” he muttered, grabbing my forearm and forcing me to sit up. “I’d already figured out as much.”

Hugging myself, I began to rock. “Did you call his family?”

He nodded. “They’re on their way now.”

“And the rest of his friends?”

“Been texting them all night, keeping them apprised. Come on,” he urged, waving his hand at me as he stood. “Get up. Let’s go see if the cafeteria’s open yet.”

I shook my head bleakly, even as I trailed him from the room. “I don’t think I could eat anything right now.”

“Well,