Page 142 of Wolf Roulette

She connected with my jaw again.

My claws slid free of the sandstone.

I cried out.

How high are we? Spin around,Booker shouted.

Air rushed past as I struggled to face the ground.

But I already knew we were too high up to come out unscathed.

A huge body collided with mine and the air rushed from my lungs. Sascha wrapped around me, cradling me tight.

We rocketed toward the ground.

And hit.

My head cracked against Sascha’s chest.

His arms slid from my back. Pain reverberated through my body where I lay atop of him.

Clutching my head, I rolled off, trying to see past the black cracks in my vision.

“Sascha?” I slurred, crawling back to him.Booker?

I’m here,she said groggily.There’s blood.

I called out to Greyson and didn’t receive a reply.

Forcing my way through the throbbing pain, I focused on Sascha again. Blood seeped out from under his head.

I checked his pulse.Slow.

Too slow.

“Sascha,” I shouted.

My heart pounded as I heaved him sideways to check his head. The split nearly made me vomit.

“No.” Black closed in on my mind. “Sascha! Wake up.”

Evelyn pushed through the midst of the fighting Luthers.

She dropped beside me, feeling for his pulse. She inspected his wound, and I watched on in desperation as she checked his eyes and felt his pulse again.

“His heartbeat is strengthening.” She sat back and sighed.

“He’ll be okay?” My voice cracked.

“Yes.”

I covered my face. She wrapped me in her arms, and I cried against her shoulder.

“The idiot c-caught me,” I explained.

“Yes, dear. I saw. Very stupid of him.”

Chaos was all around us, and I just didn’t care. I sniffed hard and pulled away.

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