Scar’s POV
Ace and I watched as Rachel’s body suddenly went slack.
One moment she was standing there, staring at me in disbelief, and the next her knees buckled beneath her. Her eyes rolled back and she collapsed onto the pavement like her strings had been cut. For a split second, my brain refused to process what I was seeing.
Then panic slammed into me.
“Get the f*****g car, man,” I yelled at Ace.
I dropped to my knees beside her, my hands shaking as I cradled her head and lifted it gently off the cold ground. Her skin felt clammy beneath my fingers, her lashes resting unnaturally still against her cheeks. I called her name, my voice rough and desperate, but she didn’t respond.
Fear crawled up my spine.
Ace took off at a sprint, his boots pounding against the pavement as he went to
