Brandon’s leg was shattered, of that much he was sure. He’d done his best to break his fall, lurching for the side of the Colosseum as he fell, but he’d collided with several layers of travertine on his way to the ground, and he was pretty sure he’d scraped off plenty of skin as well. When he finally made contact with the earth, his leg buckled beneath him, and he screamed in agony, thankful Cassidy wasn’t there to see him crying.

Except she was. She was in his head and had ...