Heart of Fire
Diana’s POV
His body was cold, but not lifeless.
Cameron leaned against me, too weak to stand on his own. His eyes fluttered open in slow blinks, his chest rising with effort. I tightened my grip on his waist and guided him down the narrow corridor, away from the chamber where he’d been chained.
“I’ve got you,” I whispered.
He didn’t speak, but I could feel his pulse again.
The bond hummed faintly between us. Not as strong as it once had been, but there—alive. It gave me strength. It gave me purpose. And that was enough to keep moving.
The door to the chamber creaked shut behind us, the runes on its surface glowing softly before sealing with finality. I didn’t know if we’d ever find this place again.
But I didn’t care.
All I wanted now was to get him out. To bring hi
