KODA'S POV
I didn't move from Ayasha's bedside, not even for a second. The medical wing was quiet now, but I could still hear the echo of her bones breaking. I still saw the blood, the way it slicked my hands and pooled on the floor. All I could do was watch the slow, steady rise of her chest, telling myself she was alive, even when my mind kept whispering what I'd almost lost.
I brushed her hair back from her forehead, letting my fingers linger on her skin. Her face was still pale but nothing like the horrible sheen it took before and the bruises already starting to fade. I stared at her hands, memorizing each line and callus. I wanted to believe the worst was over, but I was afraid to look away. Afraid that if I blinked, she'd be gone.
