“Come on,” Talley gently said to me.
He pulled me close and I looked up at him. It seemed so out of place to see him in ATF fatigues. I wasn’t sure he was there. It was a dream or a nightmare. None of this could happen. There was no such thing as a werewolf and Lucy wouldn’t shoot anyone and Benton wasn’t dead and I was about to faint and Talley held me up.
“We need to get you to a hospital, Kay. Bet you could name a few around here,” Jay Talley said.
“We need to get Jo out of the car. She must be cold. She can’t move,” I muttered.
My lips were numb. I could barely speak.
“She’ll be fine. Everything will be taken care of.”
My feet were wood as he helped me down the walk. He moved as if snow and ice had no effect on him.
“I’m sorry for how I acted,” he said.
“I did it first,” I could barely push out words.
“I could get an ambulance, but I’d like to take you myself,” he said.
“Yes, yes,” I said. “I’d like that.”