The wind cut through the trees, sharp and cold, carrying the smell of blood and broken metal.

Cassien stood at the edge of the wreck, staring at the dark trail that led toward the cliff. His chest felt tight, like something was crushing his lungs. Damien stood a few steps behind him, unmoving, his eyes locked on the twisted car as if his body had forgotten how to move.

Darius was the first to kneel.

His hands shook as he searched the inside of the car, careful despite the shattered glass and ...