Chapter 22

Nova

I can’t breathe.

Can’t. Breathe.

Elias—

I can’t tell if his neck is broken. Blood streaks down it from Cassius’s claw-like grip, disappearing under his shirt.

He lies limp on the ground.

Why did he do that?

Idiot.

My mind is blank with panic.

Normally, I’m good in a crisis. That’s all my life...

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