Alexander’s POV
“Drive faster,” I snarled, my hand pressed desperately over Lilian’s heart, trying to feel a rhythm that was terrifyingly absent. Thump…silence…thump.
“We’re doing ninety on a gravel road, Alexander,” River grit out, his knuckles white on the steering wheel as the massive SUV skidded sideways, tearing up the earth as we took a sharp turn toward the treeline.
I didn’t care about physics, and I certainly didn’t care about safety. The only thing that mattered was the dying woman in my arms.
The interior of the car smelled of ozone and rust, the scent of the Rot eating the oxygen out of the air, and she was ice cold against my chest. Her lips had turned a horrifying shade of blue, her skin translucent enough that I could see the dark, spiderweb veins pulsing beneath the sur
