Kane's POV
Seeing Eleanor lying there, looking so weak and defenseless sent a stab of almost physical pain through my heart. I could barely believe that this was the same girl who had hounded me throughout the whole of yesterday for me to get my wound attended to.
She was always so full of fire and energy, a literal hurricane that had swept through my life these past few weeks, disarranging things, bringing out parts of me I didn't even know existed. At that moment, I wished she would just open her eyes and say something- anything- even if it was one of her biting, sarcastic comments. I would not mind one bit.
Eleanor lay very still, only the barely audible sound of her breathing telling me she was still with us. Her lips and the place beneath her eyes were blue. She was as pale as a
