Elsa
Adam collapsed to his knees, his strength drained from the fight. His breath came in ragged gasps, and I moved toward him, despite the pain shooting through my limbs. I needed to see him—really see him—up close. Maybe, just maybe, I could reach him.
"Please, Adam," I whispered through the tears that blurred my vision. My voice cracked with the weight of desperation and sorrow. "Come back to me. Please." I knelt in front of him, my heart breaking as I watched tears fall from his eyes. His body still fought against the chains, but I could see that part of him—my Adam—was struggling beneath the surface.
For now, though, the chains held.
Lucas and I collapsed beside him, too exhausted and broken to do anything more. Kane lay nearby, groaning in pain, his leg twisted at an unnatural a
