CHAPTER 16
The impact of Ryan’s head on the window jolted him awake. He gasped and scrambled backward, but he couldn’t go far. Not belted into the bus seat.
The bus. He forced himself to breathe. I’m on the bus.
In his mind, he’d been facing that soldier again, but the mysterious red armor hadn’t formed around him. He called for it, and it didn’t come. He’…
