(Dual POV - Devan & Korra)
DEVAN'S POV
The room was still glowing.
Devan sat on the floor of his destroyed chamber holding Korra's body, her skin cold, her pulse gone, her chest completely still, and all around them the stone walls pulsed with faint golden light, veins of power running through the fortress itself, responding to whatever had exploded out of her when Hale threw that cursed dagger.
She had not moved in twenty minutes.
Twenty minutes of Devan holding her, talking to her, begging her to wake up, and getting nothing back except the fading warmth of a body that was shutting down, the mate bond was still there, stretched thin and twisted into something he barely recognized, but it was there, which meant she was not dead yet, which meant there was still time.
He did not know
