Natalia
No.
Goddess no.
My hand closes over my mouth to muffle a shriek of horror.
The cannon flew too close to not have done serious damage. If he had been a single second quicker, it would have missed him.
But he’s lying motionless on the floor, and that’s the last thing Cardan would be doing in a situation like this. Knowing that the very lives of his people rely solely on his being able to stop Creed from destroying them.
So the worst possible conclusion filters into my mind.
The backs of my eyes burn, the oxygen fleeing with every second that passes without him moving a muscle.
He can't be…
He just simply can't be dead.
And even in the slightest chance that he isn't, there’s no way to offer him medical aid. If it’s a fatal wound, he needs to be treated now. Right now.
Cree
