Alina felt numb, she couldn't cry, she couldn't scream, she couldn't breathe. She just sat and waited. They wouldn't let her see him. They wouldn't tell her anything. She knew who it was when she heard that desperate voice calling her name. The voice she'd spent her life protecting and loving... Ezra had been deeply wounded across the chest by a silver knife blade. She didn't know he was even nearby. She'd been treating him, begging him to live, when Anna and the General pulled her away and placed Ezra on a stretcher. He was carried back and the General commanded Alina to come and sit. She was unfit for duty until the shock wore off. Shock? What shock? She felt nothing... The gash was so deep... armpit to armpit. Silver, it had to be, or he'd have healed enough to not be bleeding out when
