Wendy's POV

Daven was lying on the ground and the groan he let out showed he was alive. I felt guilty but it wasn’t really my fault that George chose that moment to show up—again.

“Daven, sit up.” I said while gently nudging his arm. When he didn’t react, I pushed him up by the shoulders. He blinked at me with his dark eyes squinting as he tried to focus.

“Miss Wendy?” He seemed confused and out of it and when he tried to move, he flinched. He raised a hand to the back of his head. “What just happened?”

“You got attacked.” I said shortly while helping him sit...