Lawrence's POV

I was ripped from the misty haze of drowsiness by the sudden shock of the car's velocity. Every breath felt like a scalpel digging further into my ribs, and my side burned. Even though Camilla's voice was shaking and desperate, it was firm enough to remind me of the reasons I couldn't give up. Not right now. Never.

Her hands gripped me so tightly that it nearly hurt, and she pleaded, "Stay with me, Lawrence." "You'll be all right. Hold on, please.

I pushed my eyes to focus on ...