Avery opened her eyes slowly, the room dark again. She felt groggy as she sat up, running her hand over her face.
"Ah," she hissed out a breath, feeling a pain in her arm. She ran her fingers over the crease of her inner elbow, and found the puncture wound from the needle.
She rubbed her eyes, trying to get them to adjust to the dark.
"Avie?"
"Tay?" Avery looked up, to see her older brother standing in front of her.
"Hey, it's ok," the man said, bending down in front of Avery. He put his arms around her and smirked as she hugged him back.
"Tay, how did you find me?"
"You're my little sister... I'll always find you."
~*~*~*~
The man smirked as he was teleported out of the room, high fiving Sam as he stood watching Avery through the mirror.
The brunette was huddled in the corner, holding her bandaged arm close to her chest, tears streaming down her face.
"She'll never trust Taylor again, that's for damn sure."