What Love Costs

Sophia's POV

I crossed the space between us before I had consciously decided to move.

My hands found his side, pressing against the wound through the fabric of his shirt, feeling the warmth of the blood with a specificity that bypassed thought and went directly to the body's oldest knowledge — the knowledge of what is being lost and at what rate and what the losing means.

"I'm alright," he said.

"You are not alright," I said.

"It is—"

"Deep," Kael said, appearing at my other ...