Lawrence’s POV

As I struggled to remain conscious, darkness pressed across my vision. The sound of Camilla's voice reverberated in my head, pushing me on even while my entire body screamed in agony.

Clutching at the wound on my side, I whispered to myself, "Get up, Lawrence." "You are needed by them."

The air was filled with the low rumble of an engine, which was getting quieter by the moment. Mira and Camilla were being taken. I felt a wave of rage that gave me the power to lift myself off ...