Selene tasted ash before she opened her eyes.
Everything was smoke and concrete. Her ears rang like a siren buried in her skull, vision smeared with red and static. She couldn’t move, something warm and heavy was crushing her, and for a second, she didn’t even know if it was hers.
Breathing hurt.
The first thing she registered was the silence.
Not the clean kind. The kind that comes after the screaming stops.
Her fingers twitched, then curled into broken tile. Blood coated her knuckles. She turned her head an inch, pain shot down her spine but she forced it anyway.
Vincent was beside her. Barely alive.
A metal beam pinned his leg. His hand reached out blindly, blood seeping from his forehead, lip torn. His eyes blinked open just as hers did.
“You good?” he murmured.
“Define good,
