“Jezabel, what is it?”

Tension spreads across my brow while Creed listens.

“He’s still with me. Is everything okay? Is Annalise okay?”

Again, I’m stuck wondering what’s being said, but then Creed’s expression turns grave as he lowers the phone to say one, solemn word.

“Go.”

At his command, I don’t hesitate, taking the steps by two as I rush toward Annalise’s room. Her injuries are bad, I knew that the moment I pulled her from the wreckage, but I thought all she needed was a bit of a push toward healing from Jezabel. I didn’t realize…

I didn’t know she…

No, I won’t let myself think that. Not only will I not accept her death, I won’t fucking allow it.

If there’s a way to save her… if there’s anything that can be done… I’ll do it.

Whatever it takes.

Whatever the cost.