ZEVIAR
I felt it the instant the bullet hit her.
It wasn't through my eyes; I was already moving, already closing in on the guy with the gun, my focus razor-sharp, locked onto the decision I’d made. I felt it through Zayn.
He didn't make a sound.
That’s what stopped me dead. Zayn, who had been this steady, solid presence inside me for thirty-five years – so composed, so disciplined, the absolute bedrock of who I was – he made no sound. He just… contracted. Like something immense had reached deep inside him and clamped down on the most vital part of him, squeezing hard.
I spun around.
Lyra was already falling.
Orion caught her just before she hit the embankment, barely. One of his knees hit the dirt as his arms found her, that desperate, precise movement of someone who’d been watchin
