Cathy's POV
The world was a blur of pain and darkness. My throat burned, each breath a struggle, as if my lungs had forgotten how to work. My body felt heavy, too heavy, like I was sinking into some deep, endless abyss. But even in the haze, I could feel him. Tyrell. His arms were around me, strong and unyielding, holding me together when I felt like I might fall apart. His chest was solid against my cheek, the rhythm of his heartbeat—or whatever passed for a heartbeat in a vampire—steady and reassuring.
I wanted to tell him I was okay, that I’d be fine, but the words wouldn’t come. My voice was gone, stolen by the hunter’s grip. All I could do was cling to him, my fingers curling weakly into the fabric of his shirt.
The car jolted as Nate hit a pothole, and a sharp pain shot through
