Chapter Forty-Seven

Harlow

The world shakes around me. The helicopter blades roar so loud it feels like they’re inside my skull. Everything is vibrating. My bones. My teeth. My thoughts. I’m wrapped in a blanket, but it still feels like I’m naked and cold and too exposed. The stretcher is strapped in, and Beckett is behind me, his arms around my shoulders, holding me like he thinks someone might try to pry me away.