The sun rays had just gotten out of the clouds to shine on the tower. Just a while longer. Just survive for a bit more, please. We’re almost there.
With one jump I landed on the top of the tower. Zia was still unconscious in my arms.
“Come on. Open your eyes.” I was praying out loud. She had to open her eyes. She couldn’t die on me like this, Solomon’s soul be damned. I only wanted her to survive. She had to live. She couldn’t die like this. If she just opened her eyes.
First, she coughed almost silently. Then gasped for air. A heavy boulder had just left my chest. She was breathing. She was coming back. The cleaner air did its work. She was going to live. Her chest was regularly coming up and down. That was it. My legs had just given out. I fell down on my butt with her in my arms from
