Corrin’s POV
“Let me back up there,” I murmur, squirming weakly against the grips of Macie and Brody. “Let me help them. I can help them!”
“You can’t help them, Cor,” Macie says softly to me. “You can’t even stand.”
She’s right. I think at least one of my legs is broken, and even if it wasn’t, my shattered torso is in so much pain, walking is nearly impossible. All the pain is starting to catch up with me, and I’m still seeing red from all the blood in my eyes.
But Westley’s up there. Is he going to be okay?
As if on cue, his voice comes surging into my mind, strong and proud. Here I come, little lassie.
I exhale a sigh of relief as the bodies of Edward, Camden, and, finally, Westley, drop down through the trapdoor.
They’re barely even hurt. How’s that possible? There were at least
