POV: Cassian
Smoke clings to the ruins like a second skin. My lungs burn as I push through the wreckage, Mira’s name a constant echo in my mind. I saw her fall… no, I felt it. Her pain pulsed through the bond like wildfire, ripping into me.
“Mira!” I shout again, my voice hoarse.
My hands are bleeding, torn from lifting collapsed beams and broken stone. The world feels too still, like it’s holding its breath with me. Then…. movement. A soft groan beneath a shattered wall.
My heart stutters. I dig faster. Stone by stone, I rip apart the destruction until I see her… curled on her side, blood on her face, her breathing shallow.
“Mira,” I whisper, falling to my knees beside her. Her eyelids flutter, and when her gaze meets mine, something breaks inside me. Hmm “You came,” she murmurs.
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