Snow drifted through the torn opening of the jet’s wreckage, settling softly on Alexander’s unmoving body. Lena’s breath fogged the icy air as she tried—failed—to move him.Her voice trembled, desperate:“Alex… please wake up. Alex, don’t do this to me—please—”But he didn’t stir.His pulse thudded beneath her shaking fingers—weak, uneven, but alive.Relief and terror crashed together inside her.Sable watched her struggle with an indifferent curiosity, like observing an injured animal.“Touching,” Sable murmured. “Your devotion is almost sweet.”Lena’s head snapped up, tears freezing against her skin.“What did you do to Elias?”Sable arched a brow. “To him? Nothing. The purge did that on its own.”“Where is he?” Lena demanded.Sable’s lips curled.“Alive.”Lena’s heart stuttered.“But not… himself.”Lena’s breath caught in her throat.“What does that mean?”Sable stepped closer, heels crunching softly in the snow. She crouched gracefully in front of Lena, her gloved fingers lifting
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