Rowan
The second the last silver cuff fell away from Elizabeth's wrist, I dropped to my knees beside her and caught her before she could hit the ground. Blood stained my hands almost immediately. Too much blood. Her skin felt cold and clammy. Too fragile and breakable.
Carefully, I slid one arm beneath her shoulders while Cade supported her legs, helping lower her fully to the ground, so Regina could assess the damage without the tension of the chains pulling against her body.
Elizabeth didn't stir. She didn't even flinch. That terrified me more than if she had screamed. She was nearly lifeless.
Regina knelt beside us, her healer's bag already open as she pressed her fingers carefully against her neck, checking Elizabeth's pulse. Her face tightened, and I immediately hated that look. I
