~ Adeline ~

The room feels like it's spinning. Elara's blood smells thick and metallic, and for a moment, I can't breathe. Cassian's voice still echoes in my head

"Can you save her?"

His tone wasn't pleading-not quite. It was sharp and heavy-like an order, but one born from desperation.

I fall to my knees beside her, the marble cold through my jeans. Her skin is pale, lips almost blue, blood trailing down her wrist. My heart thuds painfully. I don't think; I just move.

“Get me towels, ...