POV: Burn
The world felt heavier now that I had Sophie in my arms again. The darkness of the factory seemed to close in around us, the sharp stench of blood and gunpowder lingering in the air. The battle was over for now, but it didn’t feel like a victory. Not with Sophie shaking in my arms, her body trembling against mine.
I held her tight, my hands gripping her like she might disappear if I let go. The rage I’d been running on was still burning beneath my skin, but there was something else now—a cold, creeping fear that threatened to choke me.
I’d come so close to losing her.
“You’re okay,” I whispered against her hair, my voice rough, almost desperate. “I’ve got you now. No one’s ever touching you again.”
Sophie clung to me, her breath hitching in shallow, ragged gasps as she burie
