Mia POV

The boy’s weight was nothing, but he felt heavier than stone in my arms. His blood soaked into my skirts, hot for only a moment before cooling against my skin.

My throat burned. I wanted to scream, to rip the sky apart with the sound of it.

Instead, I just whispered, “I should’ve been here… I should’v….”

“Mia.”

Orion’s low yet steady voice cut through the haze. He knelt beside me, one hand gripping my shoulder, the other trying to pry my shaking fingers from the ...