Zayne POV
The weight of her was the only thing keeping me upright. My legs felt like they were made of cooling wax, and the adrenaline that had fueled the ten-hour sprint from the academy was crashing out of my system, leaving behind a hollow, aching void. But as Alexandra clung to me, her legs locked around my waist and her tears hot against my neck, the pain in my shoulder and the throb in my ribs became background noise.
She was here. She was real. And she wasn’t pulling away.
"I've got you," I rasped, my voice sounding like it belonged to someone else—someone who hadn't spent the last week living in the dark. "I've got you, Alex. Breathe. Just breathe."
I could feel her heart hammering against my chest, a frantic, bird-like rhythm that told me exactly how close she’d come to the ed
