Elina’s POV

“…li…na…”

“…Eli—”

“Elina…”

I came back to consciousness to the sound of Ryan’s worried voice.

I was choking, my lungs clawing for air. Ryan’s arms were still locked around me.

My cheek felt wet, warm, and sticky—probably from Ryan’s dripping back.

My head throbbed like it had been smashed with a brick.

The last thing I remembered was the crowd going feral—Lucas’s ...