Summary:

Shane tries to remember, peering into the darkness surrounding the car with a furrowed brow. It hurts to move, and he feels something warm and slick sliding down his cheek.

More blood, his mind supplies rather unhelpfully.

He was driving after dark, but he shouldn’t have been. He wasn’t supposed to be. They had all night together, so why is he here?

I already chose you, Hollander.

Shane inhales sharply as his mind slowly fills in the gaps in his memory. They fought. Ilya told him to leave. Shane did.

And then he crashed.