The race to find Red in that underground garage took more out of me than the fight with Haworth had. When we did find him, we both thought he was dead. He was lying on the ground next to the car, his left arm and shoulder completely torched. His skin was gone, and his clothes had melted away. All we saw was raw meat and his bones.
It was the second scariest moment of that day until he blinked. He tried to talk, but we didn't let him. We put him in the backseat to rest. He didn't need to tell me what had happened—I already knew. He'd tried to come after me after Haworth's men took me, and the sun had burned him. That was something I was never going to forgive myself for.
