His Queen of Chaos
The dark filled with muzzle flash and the smell of cordite and diesel and blood, and over all of it, closer every second, cutting through the chaos like the one true thing in the world, came a voice I'd know at the bottom of the ocean, roaring my name into the black.
"ZARIAH."
"Here," I screamed, from under a traitor's body, on a cold floor, alive. "Malik, I'm here, I'm here,"