Gone

[Micah]

I wake with a gasp to the sound of machines beeping and the whirling of an overhead fan. I am in the warehouse, which means that Charlotte did as I asked. She didn’t take me to a hospital but got Roger instead.

“Where is she,” I croak, not sure if anyone can hear me, or even if anyone is nearby.

“Oh good. You’re awake,” Violetta’s heels make a smart clicking sound as she approaches my bed. I turn my head with effort as every part of me burns with the pain of whatever poison I ingest as it makes its way out of my body. She places a straw near my lips and I take a long drink of water.

“Where is she?” I repeat, wishing I could look around. My head is pounding too much for me to make any sudden movements. “Where is Charlotte?”

“Mistress Kane left about two hours ago. She should be in Portland by now.”

I smile at the name “Mistress Kane,” wondering if she had given herself that moniker or had it forced upon her. Knowing My Angel, she probably wasn’t the one to suggest it.

“Why