ISLAEya fell. Not a collapse. Not a swoon. A breaking. Her knees hit the obsidian first, then her hands, but she couldn’t hold herself up. Sam’s head rolled from her grip and came to rest against her thigh, eyes still open, mouth still shaped around a word he’d never finish. The blood had stopped pumping, but it hadn’t stopped spreading. It soaked into the knees of her jeans, into the stone, into everything. Then she screamed. It wasn’t a word. It wasn’t even human. It was a sound that came from the basement of her chest, raw and wet, and it tore through the silence Darius had made. She screamed for Sam. She screamed for herself. She screamed for the deal she’d made and the price she hadn’t understood. Her whole body shook with it, shoulders caving in, fingers clawing at the stone like she could dig through it and find a different ending. Darius didn’t look at her. He made a face, like someone had started playing music he didn’t like at a restaurant. He lifted one hand and fli
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