Emilia's POV
By the time we reached the house, Damien could barely stand.
His arm was draped over my shoulder, his weight heavy against me, his body trembling with exhaustion. Blood streaked down his side, and every breath he took sounded like it burned.
“Just a little more,” I whispered, helping him through the door. My voice shook. My hands shook. Everything inside me shook.
He didn’t answer. He didn’t even look at me. His jaw was tight, his eyes distant, his chest rising and falling too fast.
When we reached his room, he dropped onto the bed without a word. I turned and rushed to the bathroom, grabbing a towel, a bowl of water, anything I could find. My heart was beating so fast it hurt.
When I came back, he was sitting on the edge of the bed, elbows on his knees, staring at the
