LIAM'S P.O.V.
When I opened my eyes, the world was spinning.
Everything hurt, my head, my chest, even my bones felt like they’d been torn apart and put back together wrong. For a moment, I thought I was still trapped in the blast. The smell of burnt earth filled my lungs. The air was thick, heavy, too quiet.
Shapes moved above me. Voices cut through the ringing in my ears.
“Liam? Hey, Liam!”
I blinked hard. The world came into focus. Jake’s face appeared first, smeared with blood and dirt, his eyes wide with worry. Carlos and Zach stood behind him, both bruised, both looking like hell.
“Where’s Darian?” I croaked, sitting up too fast. Pain shot through my ribs. I coughed, tasting blood.
Jake’s expression dropped. “We don’t know. As soon as the fog cleared, he was gone.”
Gone. The w
