I couldn’t help but groan. Standing up had not been a good idea. Everything hurt.
“Do you know that guy?” the girl asked.
An icy spike shot up my spine. Panic swarmed at the edge of my vision like beating wings. I hunched down and grabbed her arm. “What guy? Where?”
“Let go of me.”
“What guy? Tell me.”
“Let go of me!”
I released her. “I’m sorry. Who were you talking about?”
She glared at me and rubbed her arm through her coat. “That hurt. I should have left you where I found you.”
I swallowed an angry retort and chose my next words more carefully. “Look, I’m sorry. I’m lost and I don’t know how I got out here, wherever here is. So please bear with me if I am a little freaked out.”
“And you’re coughing up blood.” Mentioning that made the inside of my chest itch again as if ants were crawling through my insides.
“That too.” I agreed with a grimace.
“Okay. We’re good but you can’t touch me again. If you do, I’ll-”
“I won’t. I promise. Now who did you see. It might be important.”
“He’s gone now.”
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