Burning.
My breath catches violently.
My hand flies to my side.
Wet.
My fingers come back red.
Oh God.
That’s blood.
Too much blood.
“Olivia!”
Russ grabs me as my knees buckle.
The canyon tilts sideways.
Sound blurs.
Gunfire echoes somewhere far away now, muffled beneath the pounding in my ears.
“I’m okay,” I try to say.
The words barely come out.
Russ looks down at the blood soaking through my jacket and swears viciously.
“Stay with me.”
His voice cuts through the haze hard enough to pull my focus back for a second.
I blink up at him.
Dust streaks his face.
There’s blood on him too.
His jaw is clenched so tightly it looks painful.
“I am…” I whisper.
But the edges of everything are already going dark.
Around us, chaos explodes.
Lucas shouts orders.
Boots pound against rock.
More gunfire cracks overhead.
Somebody screams.
Then suddenly I’m moving.
