Devastated

Caitlyn gave a low groan as Agent Richards yanked her upwards out of the parked car and dragged her to her feet. Without his support, she’d never have been able to stay upright. As it was, her head lolled and the dizzying lurch of the world set her stomach roiling uncontrollably. She gave him a weak shove and when she slipped his grip, stumbled to her hands and knees, violently vomiting the meager contents of her stomach over the pebbled ground.

“Get her up.” The command came from the man who’d pinned her in the rear passenger seat with Richards.

“With all due respect,” Richards replied mildly, giving her a wide birth. “I don’t think that’s a good idea quite yet.”

Much as she hated to, Catilyn had to agree. Though nothing further came up, she was still dry heaving sporadically. The mere idea of more staggering around as her world tilted and whirled wasn’t likely to go over well with her tender stomach.

Then again, maybe it wouldn’t matter, her body wa