Shay woke to voices, one of them Cody’s. At first she thought it was the dream, and then she saw the men arguing near the bed. Cody and Jamie were in the middle of the fray.
“Stop it,” Shay said softly.
Cody whirled at her voice, and both he and Jamie rushed to her side. Lachlan, Ronan, and Marcas were behind them.
Shay’s eyes sought Cody’s, mentally comparing this version with the Cody in her dream. It was like comparing a tiger to a house cat.
“How are you feeling?” Cody asked, stepping in front of Jamie.
“I’m fine.” It took a few seconds to shake the heaviness of the dream. In the hours since the accident, every time she closed her eyes, she had jumbled dreams; the accident, the past, Renee, and the glowing man she couldn’t see, who wanted her to do something she couldn’t understand. She couldn’t do anything about the accident or the past, and she couldn’t make sense of the glowing man, but she could do something about Renee.
Jamie stepped closer, edging Cody aside. “Do you want something to eat?”
“Thanks, but not now.” Shay threw back her covers and stood.
The scar above Cody’s eyebrow deepened with his frown. “What do you think you’re doing?”
“I’m getting up.”
“You need rest,” Cody said, glancing at her stomach.
“You hit your head,” Jamie added, also looking at her stomach. “You have a concussion.”
If she had a concussion, why were they looking at her stomach? She touched it, and Cody and Jamie clenched their jaws in an alarmingly similar fashion. “It’s not the first concussion I’ve had. I doubt it will be the last. Did someone call Renee’s parents?”
“They’re not answering,” Marcus said.
“You still think you saw Renee’s car?” Ronan asked.
Shay knew they didn’t believe her. “I know it was. She has a little rainbow sticker on the bumper.”
“Did you see her before or after you hit your head?” Lachlan asked.
Shay scowled at him.
“If it was Renee, she would have stopped,” Cody said gently.
Jamie nodded. “Renee wouldn’t have left you there.”
At least they were agreeing on something, but Shay knew what she had seen. She picked up her clothes. “She would have if she didn’t have a choice.”
Marcas frowned. “You didn’t actually see her?”
“No. Her side windows are tinted.”
“Whoever it was drove off after seeing them crash,” Cody said.
“Who would drive past an accident with someone trying to wave them down for help?” Jamie asked.
Ronan rested a thumb in the pocket of his jeans. “Someone who didn’t want to be seen.”
“I think she’s in trouble and couldn’t stop. Where’s my cell phone?” Shay asked.
“It’s probably still in the truck,” Cody said. “Get back in bed. We’re trying to track Renee down.”
“It was only a bump on the head.” She ruined the declaration by swaying. Cody and Jamie both leapt at her, as if she teetered on the edge of a ten-story building. “What’s wrong with you two?” One or the other, sometimes both, had been there every time she woke up. “Am I dying?”
“No,” Cody said.
“Then get out. I’m getting dressed. I’m going to check on Bree, and then I’m going to find Renee. You can help me or not.”
“We brought your rental car back from Jamie’s, but surely to God you don’t think we’re just going to let you walk out of here with a stalker after you,” Cody said, glaring at her.
The warriors moved in closer, creating a wall of muscle.
“What are you going to do? Handcuff me to the bed again?”
“What?” Jamie’s eyes narrowed.
“He was just trying to restrain her,” Marcas said.
“With demon shackles,” Lachlan muttered.
“Demon shackles!” Shay said, gawking at Cody.
Jamie’s eyes widened. “You used demon shackles?”
“I needed something fast. It was either that or knock her out. I didn’t think she’d appreciate that,” Cody muttered. “She doesn’t realize how dangerous this is.”
Shay would have to find out later what demon shackles were. Right now, she wanted out of this room.
Lachlan nodded. “Cody’s right, Shay. It’s not safe. You can’t be alone.”
“You can come home with me,” Jamie said.
