Aria’s POVJulian was heavier than I expected when I got him fully into the chair.He had one arm pressed against his side, his shirt dark with rain and a growing stain that made my stomach twist every time I looked at it. His face had gone pale in a way that scared me more than the blood did. He was still breathing, still trying to stay upright, but I could see how hard he was working at it.I kept one hand on his shoulder like that might keep him anchored.“Stay with me,” I said, and I hated how shaky my own voice sounded.“I am here,” he said, but even that came out rough.His mouth tightened as he tried to sit straighter. He failed, just slightly, and hissed through his teeth.I looked toward the hallway again, then back at him. My brain kept trying to split itself into too many pieces at once. Leo was gone. Veronica had called. Julian had gotten me enough of the truth to destroy the little bit of calm I had left. And now I had blood on my hands and no idea where my son was being
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