*Maddy*

Cassian is in pieces. That’s the only way I can describe him. His chest is flayed open, the bandages holding him together are soaked through with blood.

Isla’s magic isn’t working fast enough. She’s leaning over him, her face stained with fresh tears as she pours a fourth vial of that precious liquid onto his dry and cracked lips.

I watch in awe as the slices covering his legs slowly, miraculously, knit themselves together.

“Get her out of here,” ...