Amari’s POV —
Leo was thrown into the cell, his body limp and unconscious. The sight of him, battered and covered in blood, sent a surge of fear and anger coursing through me. Without a moment's hesitation, I darted to his side, my heart pounding, desperate to find a glimmer of hope amidst his grim appearance.
My hands quivered as I carefully examined his condition, my fingers delicately tracing his pulse. A sigh of immense relief escaped my lips as I detected the steady, enduring rhythm of life pulsating beneath my touch.
"Leo, wake up," I whispered urgently, gently patting his face. It was not long ago that his skin was illuminated with life, his eyes full of vigor and spirit. Now, as I stared at him, the blood marks marinating his features, I couldn't help but worry if that glow wou
