Chapter 43
Chapter Forty-Three
“Ava,” I croak.
I swallow hard, my throat burning. The taste of gunpowder lingers on my tongue. Pushing my palms against the floor, I move to stand, but my muscles won't hold me. My stomach hits the ground, jagged bits of wood digging into my gut.
With useless limbs, I watch Ava's unconscious form disappear into the night on the shoulder of my enemy. Pain explodes in my chest as my heart shatters. Wetness flows down my face as a face appears in my vision.
Mom, her beautiful face marred with blood. Save her, she whispers, save her because you couldn't save me. My vision darkens, causing black spots to dance across her face. My body falters, unconsciousness pulling me under.
I'm coming for you, little bird.