It took her a long moment to piece together that she hung upside down in the truck cab, held in place by the seat belt. She tried to turn her head to look for Noah but stopped when sharp pain lanced through her and a warm gush of blood told her she had something lodged in her neck. After a few deep breaths to chase back the black dots that tried to infringe on her vision, she raised her hand to gingerly explore her injury. Her fingers closed over a thin piece of jagged metal. A warm grip closed gently over her fingers, pulling her hand away. “Hold still and take a deep breath. This is going to hurt.” At the sound of Noah’s voice, relief poured through her and tears burned at the backs of her eyes. She hadn’t realized how scared she was that she’d never hear his voice again after the demon had taken him. White-hot pain slashed through her neck, ripping a surprised gasp from her throat and threatening to make her black out as a gush of hot blood flowed down her shoulder. Something soft pressed against her neck, which slowed the flow of blood.
