"No, no, no—Callum!" I dropped to my knees beside him, my hands fumbling uselessly to stop the bleeding, to do something, but it was pouring out too fast.
Too much.
He looked at me, dazed, eyes glassy, lips trembling.
"I—I'm okay," he whispered, but he wasn't. He wasn't okay. Nothing was okay.
Selene stood above us, her hand dripping with Callum's blood, a wild look in her eyes.
And I couldn't breathe.
I couldn't think.
This wasn't supposed to happen.
Everything was happening too fast, too violently, too brutally, it didn't feel real.
One moment, we were standing together, a wall of the beaten and broken, daring to raise our voices. The next, the world collapsed into chaos.
