Samantha

"Knox?" I whispered in the dark cell and pushed against his chest.

He didn't move and I could barely feel his breath on my forehead. His arms wrapped around me and his wings were underneath me and over both of us, locking us in.

My nose itched and I fought off a sneeze, not wanting to wake him if he was asleep.

The guards had beaten him severely. If he was human, he'd be dead or in a coma with internal bleeding and multiple ...