I woke to the taste of blood in my mouth.
For a second, everything was wrong—blurry, twisted. The world flickered like a broken screen, and shadows stretched in directions they shouldn’t. My heartbeat was loud, too loud, like it was trying to hammer its way out of my chest. Then, just as quickly as it started, the distortion snapped back into place, leaving me gasping on a cold, cracked floor.
Kane's voice cut through the haze. "Tony."
She was crouched beside me, eyes sharp, body tense. There was dust in her dark hair, and a thin cut ran along her jaw, but she looked intact. Alive.
"You're okay," she said, like she was trying to convince herself. "I caught you before you hit the ground. Mostly."
My head throbbed. I forced myself upright, biting back a groan. "Define 'mostly'?"
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