Isabel POV
Marissa's breathing was shallow, her head leaning against the cold tunnel wall as I crouched beside her. My heart was torn in two—Miguel is out there with Gideon, fighting for his life, and yet Marissa's injuries were too severe to ignore.
"I'm staying with you, he'll be fine." I said firmly, wiping sweat from my forehead.
Marissa managed a faint laugh. "Didn't give you much choice, did I?"
"Save your strength," I muttered, tearing off a strip from my jacket to press against her wound. The blood soaked through instantly, dark and unrelenting.
She groaned but didn't fight me. "Miguel better makes this worth it," she rasped.
Miguel POV
Gideon sat slumped against the wall; his breathing labored but defiant. Blood stained his jacket, but his smirk remained, infuriatingly intact.
"You look conflicted, Miguel," he said, his voice hoarse but sharp. "What's wrong? Afraid to finish the job?"
