Alex Mark’s chest was not moving. I had my fingers against the side of his neck and there was nothing under them, no pulse, no flutter, nothing at all. His eyes were open but empty and the heat from the fever was already starting to leave his skin. The man who had held me in that cabin, who had talked about forever while the seizures took him apart, was gone in the space between one breath and the next.“Jax,” I said, and my voice did not sound like mine. “He’s not breathing.”Jax was already moving. He shoved the medical kit aside and dropped to his knees on the other side of Mark’s body. “Start compressions. I’ll do the breaths. Count out loud.”I laced my hands the way they teach you in every basic class and pushed down on Mark’s chest. It felt wrong, too soft and too final, but I kept going. Jax tilted Mark’s head back and sealed his mouth over his, forcing air in between the sets of thirty. Damien stood frozen for a second near the broken door, then came closer and dropped to th
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