Raven’s POV
It hurt. It hurt like a b***h. I never knew pain could be this sharp, this deep, this endless. So this is what it means to be blood bound with someone, I thought, as I lay on the cold ground, my body shaking.
Every punch Cassian landed on Jerome, I felt it. Every slap, every blow, every bruise on my skin wore them all. I was dying, or at least it felt like it. My head spun, my vision blurred, and my heart pounded so hard I thought it would burst.
I hated it.
I hated that I felt it, because I wanted Cassian to hit Jerome more. I wanted him to make Jerome pay for everything he’d done. But it was like Jerome had already won. I saw Elias and Caius being dragged to the floor, their faces twisted in pain and anger. Cassian and Dante stared at them, then at each other, their eyes
