Cassian — POV
Sarafina's weight was too light in my arms.
That was the first thing I realized.
The second was that she wasn't unconscious—she was drained,
like something had pulled the life straight out of her veins and left only the shell behind.
I held her closer as I moved through the darkened hallway, boots crunching over fallen debris. My pulse hammered—not from the fight, not from the hunters still swarming the building.
But from her.
Her breathing was shallow.
Her lips were pale.
Her pulse flickered like a dying spark against my fingertips.
And Alistair was coming.
Fast.
I heard the snarl before I felt the footsteps.
The hybrid was tearing through the remaining hunters like they were paper, rage radiating off him in waves so violent the air vibrated.
Perfect.
Just what she didn't need.
