“Damon!” I shouted, lunging forward and grabbing her shoulders. “She’s out! She’s actually out! Tasha, come on, wake up, open your eyes, don’t do this to me right now!” My voice shook as I tried to keep the panic from swallowing me whole.
Damon was already moving, crouching down on the other side of her, his face set in a grim, tight line. “She’s breathing,” he said, his voice low but firm, his hands already moving to lift her. “Should we take her with us”
I blinked at him, sure I had heard him wrong. “What?” I blurted out, my voice shooting up like I’d just been slapped with the dumbest question in the world. “Take her with us? As in… on the plane? To the pack house? To another country?
“No, Damon. No,” I said firmly, stepping right into his path before he could head toward the stair
