"Get up, you heavy bastard."Evangeline’s voice cracked. Her boots slid in the black muck of the gutter. My teeth vibrated in their sockets. A low hum, like a hornet trapped in my skull, surged from the red mark on my chest. Every beat of my heart sent a fresh jolt of heat through my ribs. I couldn't breathe. My lungs were full of wet ash."Kai! Look at me!"I slumped. My chin hit the sludge. The rain tasted like copper and old batteries. Through the gray blur of the downpour, the red light on my chest pulsed. Faster. Brighter. Each flash matched the throb in my temples."Twenty-three hours," I wheezed. I couldn't lift my head. My 190-pound frame felt like a bag of wet cement. "Go, Evie. Just... go.""Shut the fuck up."She grabbed my collar. Her face was a mask of snot and rain. She yanked. My shoulder popped. I groaned, a wet, rattling sound. She hauled me backward, her heels digging into the mud, her pregnant belly a hard, sharp curve against her shredded dress."The crawlspace," s
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