(Olivia’s POV)
My hands shook as I worked at Liam's chains, the aftermath of power still singing through my veins. The silver had burned deep marks into his skin, but his eyes were fixed on me, not his own injuries.
"Olivia," he said softly, catching my trembling hands in his. "Stop. You're bleeding."
"I'm fine," I insisted, though the world swam slightly when I moved. "We need to get these chains off—"
"You're not fine." His voice cracked with emotion. "Three days. They drained you for three days. I watched them—" He broke off, pain and rage warring in his expression.
"Hey," I squeezed his hands. "I'm still here. Still fighting."
"You shouldn't have come for me. If anything had happened to you—"
"Like I'd leave you here?" I returned to working on his chains. "You'd do the same for
