Ava's POV
Every breath I took as Jackson and I carried Lily out of the flaming clearing seemed like inhaling glass fragments. Though the smoke, the heat, and the sound of crackling flames were diminishing behind us, the panic of almost losing her stayed, piercing and cold in my chest. She was unconscious but alive; her pulse was faint but there it was. That by itself was preventing me from disintegrating.
Caleb was somewhere.
As we hurried over the forest, Jackson's hold on Lily tightened and his expression grew hard. His eyes revealed the suffering, the same terror chewing at me. Though the Raven had snatched the triumph from us once more, we had come quite near to saving both of them.
Breathless from the sprint, my voice faltered but determined as we searched for Caleb. Jackson, he
