The Rise of Fire
Diana’s POV
“Cameron!”
His name tore from my throat as I scrambled across the broken floor with Laura groaning faintly behind me.
My hands burned as they scraped over shattered glass and splinters but I didn’t stop until I reached him.
He lay on his side his chest barely rising. Blood soaked his shirt dark, thick, and too much. Way too much.
His eyes fluttered open dazed and unfocused.
“Don’t move,” I whispered, pressing my hands to the wound. “Please don’t move.”
He winced a low sound slipping from his throat. “Diana…”
“I’m here ” I choked. “I’ve got you.”
I could feel his life slipping between my fingers.
No. No, no, no.
This couldn’t be it.
Behind me, Michael laughed. The sound crawled down my spine like a parasite.
“How romantic ” he sneered. “But it’s p
