“Emma? Emma?” Jake’s voice comes at me from far away. I flutter my eyes open and realize there are several faces above me, hemming me in like a bad dream.

What the hell?

Jake’s holding my head up with one hand and pulls me slowly to sit up, a hand sliding behind my back to support me.

“Are you okay?” He’s pale and seems stressed. I realize I’m lying on the floor, my head still spinning, the scratchy carpet irritating my skin. Some of the suits move back as I struggle upright, held by Jake’s strong arm as he kneels over me. I have no idea what’s going on.

“I...