I fumbled for my phone, struggling to see the screen through my rapidly blurring vision. Somehow, I managed to find Kappa Ashton’s number and dialled it, my thumb slipping on the screen. He picked up on the first ring, his voice sharp with concern.
“Luna? What’s wrong?” he asked, his tone urgent.
“I… I’ve been drugged,” I whispered, fighting to keep my voice steady. “Please… come get me. I’m at the park. I—please, hurry. I don’t have much time.”
“Hold on, I’m on my way. Stay where you are!” he said, and I could hear the sound of his car starting in the background. Relief washed over me, but it was short-lived. I knew I was fading fast, and I wasn’t sure how long I could hold on.
As I tried to focus on staying conscious, I heard O’Brian’s low, mocking laughter from behind me. I turned s
