Ch. 61: Rain (II)
The car was still smoldering when I sprinted back. I found Hecate slumped against the wreckage, half-conscious, her body battered and bruised. Her clothes were torn, soaked with blood and rain, and the acrid smell of smoke clung to her like a shroud.
I grabbed her under her arms, pulling her out of the wreck. She stirred slightly, her eyes barely open, but the pain was evident in her expression.
"Hecate!" I called out, hoping to snap her back to the present. "You still with me?"
She groaned weakly, her hand instinctively clutching the wound on her side. "We... were attacked?" she mumbled, her voice thick with exhaustion. Blood dripped from her forehead, tracing a path down to her chin. Her half-lidded eyes flickered over the carnage around us—the bodies strewn across the pavement like broken dolls. A silent massacre.
