All three of them lunged from the couch, screaming.
I closed my eyes. The pain I'd braced for never came. Neither did the relief.
Instead, I crashed into a trembling pair of arms, and we both tumbled hard to one side.
Cole had thrown himself beneath me. He didn't even pause to register his own pain before scrambling to my side, his voice shaking with barely contained shock.
"Have you lost your mind?!"
Finn saw that I was unharmed and let out a heavy breath. The panic drained from his face in an instant.
What replaced it was pure, undisguised irritation.
"We went through hell getting you out of that psychiatric ward, and this is what you do?!"
I sat crumpled on the floor, my skirt pooling over an ankle that had snapped on impact.
"Getting me out?"
My gaze drifted up to Finn's eyes, mocking and miserable all at once. "Is that really what you'd call it, Finn?"
All three of their expressions locked up at the same time.
They exchanged a glance. A flicker of alarm, barely perceptible, passed between them.
"Of course we rescued you!" Malcolm frowned and pulled me to my feet. "Lorna, what's gotten into you?"
Cole followed up, his tone careful, probing.
"Did you hear something at the ward?"