Cassian’s POV
Dante’s voice was sharp, almost panicked, as he pointed at Raven. I turned, and my heart stopped. Her face was bloodied, bruises and cuts blooming in the exact places I’d just punched Jerome. I stared, frozen, as the truth hit me like a truck. Every blow I gave Jerome, Raven took too. The marks, the blood, the pain there was all over her.
Dante’s voice shook. “She’s affected, Cassian. Whatever we do to Jerome, it happens to her too.”
I didn’t want to believe it. I couldn’t. If that was true, it would destroy us. It would mean every time I tried to protect her, I was hurting her instead. My hands trembled. I looked at Jerome, rage and fear mixing in my chest.
“No,” I whispered. “No, that’s not possible.”
But I had to know. I had to be sure. I slapped Jerome, hard, across
