Rory fell in a messy heap, blood pooling from her nose onto the ground. Her chest rose two final breaths before she died at my feet.

The air was quiet, the coppery smell of blood making my nose wrinkle. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath before the tears started to fall.

Cane scooped me into his arms and whispered something to Evan. From the corner of my eye, I watched as he rushed over to the girl I’d taken mercy on, picking her up and carrying her out behind ...