Chapter 100 - The Weight Of Blood

• Alina
• Pain pulses in each muscle of my body. Each breathing is a struggle, each heartbeat resonates like a thunderclap in my temples. The cold of stone soil bites my skin, but I hardly pay attention to it. It is nothing compared to the blood of Caelan, lukewarm, sticky, which spreads around us in a scarlet pond. The taste of iron floats in the air, acre, almost suffocating.
• Damon holds me against him, his jerky breath in my neck. His arms are strong, like two pillars around me, but I feel the subtle tremor in his tense muscles, the effort he makes to stand, to stay strong.