My eyes bulged, gaze frozen on Nell's still body, almost too afraid to witness the blood I knew was to come. Heat thrashed and incinerated the walls of my chest, creating a burning rage that had my fists curling violently. I finally snapped. I didn't care about the risks. I didn't care about the consequences. I needed to go to my friend. I needed to make sure she was still breathing.
Ruith held me back, his grip firm and almost painful on my bicep.
"Let go of me!" I shouted. Begged. I thrashed in his hold, prepared to pull my arm out of its socket if I needed to. "I need to go to her!"
"Don't tell me you three didn't come here prepared to die." The Chief turned his gun slowly to me, amusement across his face. "Choose."
