Aquasteine pov
The world spun as I stared at Ravine standing there by the rusty old bus, dress torn, a small cut on her arm, looking guilty as hell. My chest burned like someone had poured fresh alcohol into the open wound. Blood soaked through my tank top completely, sticky and warm, dripping down my stomach with every ragged breath. My knee felt shattered, the pain shooting up my spine like fire with every slight shift in weight. But none of that compared to the rage boiling in my gut.
"A prank?" I rasped, voice hoarse and shaking. I took another limping step forward, nearly collapsing. Jericho stayed close, his own blood dripping from his shoulder and leg, but I could barely focus on him. All I saw was her. Our mate. Safe. And the cause of all this chaos.
Ravine opened her mouth, eyes wide. "I just wanted you to understand how scared I get when"
