REINA
The hands on my face were rough.
Not comforting. Not gentle. They held me still like I might fall apart if he let go even for a second.
“Reina,” the voice said, low and sharp. “Look at me. Are you alright? Did he hurt you?”
I blinked hard, my vision clearing in uneven waves. The first thing I saw was Andrew on the ground a few feet away, sprawled like he’d been tossed aside without effort. Then the pavement. Then the wall at my back.
And then I looked up.
Calestino.
My breath hitched painfully in my throat.
His face was hard, unreadable, eyes scanning me like he was counting injuries that weren’t there. His jaw was clenched so tight I could see the muscle twitching beneath his skin. One of his hands still cupped my face, thumb pressing into my cheek like he needed to feel th
