— MARA |
We made it back to my room somehow.
Through smoke and bodies and the ruins of Ashgrave.
Cassian deposited me inside. Told Nic to secure the perimeter. Told someone else to handle the fires.
Then he left.
Didn't check my wound.
Didn't ask if I was okay.
Just left.
Because he had an empire to save.
I sat on the bed. Looked at my arm.
The bullet had grazed the outside. Torn through fabric and skin but missed anything vital.
Lucky.
I should be dead.
Should've been found in that alcove and executed.
But somehow I was still breathing.
Still alive.
Still trapped in this nightmare.
I moved to the bathroom. Found the medical supplies I'd been using to treat Cassian's wounds.
Ironic.
I cleaned the injury. Antiseptic burning. Blood washing away pink in the sink.
Not too d
