"We're home," James told her.
"What happened?" she asked, frowning as she touched her cheek again.
"What do you remember?" I asked, needing to know how much she could recall.
She closed her eyes before opening them again.
"I followed you to the Keepers," she said. I saw the emotions replay in her eyes: fear, and then panic. And then there was a sadness. She swallowed. "That Keeper guy hit me. I can't remember anything after that."
I wasn't a doctor but I would say she seemed to be okay.
"Thank you," I said.
"For what?" she asked, looking puzzled as her eyes went to her brother.
"You saved us," I explained. "If you hadn't arrived and things hadn't played out the way that they did, none of us would be here."
"I don't understand," she said, shaking her head before she groaned and held the side of her face.
"After Travis struck you, Flynn attacked him."
She was quiet, dropping her gaze to her hands. She looked so vulnerable I had the urge to lean closer and give her a hug.
"That swung the fight in our favor."
She swallowed and looked at me. There was a shimmer in her eyes, like unshed tears.
"I'm glad it all worked out," she said, but there was a detachment in her voice.
"For what it's worth, I think he was really worried about you," I said, feeling the need to tell her.
She pressed her lips together. "It means nothing."
I didn't stay much longer after that and I left her with James to go in search of Kyle. He was still in the study, looking out the window, when I entered.
"How did it go?" I asked.
He turned to face me. "Everyone is still skeptical. They want to be able to trust them but until we find out how they are going to handle what happened, we can't."
"He'll come through for us," I said, believing that Harrison knew a way to keep this from blowing into a full-scale war between the Keepers and werewolves. I had no idea how, but I knew he would come up with a plan.
"There's no point in trying to figure out what he's going to do. I'm sure we'll find out soon. In the meantime we're going to keep everyone on alert."
I nodded. It was a precaution that we had to take. He looked tired.
"Bay's awake," I told him. He looked relieved.
"And?" he asked.
"Curtis still has to check her over but she seems to be okay," I said. "She remembers what happened."
"How's she coping?" he asked. I shrugged.
"Physically a little battered but she seems a little sad."
"That's what I was scared of," he admitted. "I tried to tell her what he really was but she didn't want to see it."
Now she had and it had hurt her. Only time would heal her emotional wounds.
