Asher povEvery step felt like dragging a knife through my shoulder, but I kept moving because Aria was beside me—and if I faltered, I knew she’d try to carry my ass, and that was a level of humiliation I wasn’t mentally prepared for.Her hand gripped mine tight, like letting go wasn’t an option. I didn’t know if I was dragging her forward or if she was dragging me, but hell, it didn’t matter. We were moving. Toward firelight. Toward safety. Toward Xavier.The moment we broke through the final line of trees, the air shifted—less suffocating, more alive. I could see the outpost now, barely more than a cabin tucked between boulders and bramble, but it was guarded, and it was ours.“Almost there,” I breathed, then stumbled. My vision swam. I didn’t realize I was falling until Aria caught me under the good arm again, teeth gritted, muscles trembling.“I swear, Asher,” she panted, “if you die on me now, I’ll resurrect you just to kill you myself.”“Hot,” I rasped.Two figures emerged from
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