Chapter 60 Survivors

DRAKE POV Gahhhhhhhhh what the fuck happened? Everything hurts. Eyes open, then close again to shut out daggers of cruel fluorescent light. I don't remember this light from room with evil fae bastard and long curved table. But if not there, where am I? And where's Sasha? Callum? Xander— Xander. Too much, too fast. Those bullets should have shredded that Anderson Cooper lookalike, but somehow…. A groan escape my lips, and then there's a cold hand on my forehead. "Rest, Drake. The battle's over, and those wounds need rest to heal," Rika soothes me. "Xander—" "I'm sorry, Drake. We tried everything we could, but…." She swallows hard. Open eyes again, just a sliver. Rika's pale face above, contorted like she wants to cry but can't. Damn vamps. "We couldn't save him. By the time the battle zone was calm enough to send in medics…. It was too late," she continues. "I'm so sorry." No. Memories wel