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The guards shove back, trying to restrain me, but I throw another punch, another, another, until I don’t know whose blood is on my hands anymore.

There’s a roar in my ears, my vision blurring red, my lungs on fire.

I failed her.

I was too slow.

I let her slip through my fingers, let her get hurt, let this happen.I never should have let her out of my sight.

I should have been there.

I should have?—

“Mason, enough!”

A solid force slams into me, dragging me backward, arms like a fucking vise around my chest.

It’s Brando.

Kanyan jumps in, grabbing my arm, holding me back as my body tries to launch forward again.

I struggle, fighting against them, because I have too much inside me—too much rage, fear, panic, pain?—

“They’re trying to save her, Mason!” Kanyan snarls. “You trying to break every doctor in here isn’t going to help her!”

The words hit me hard. I was trying to save her too—and I failed.

I stop.

My chest heaves.

I see the guards, bruised, shaken. The doctors, staring at me like I’m a wild fucking animal.

I press the heels of my palms against my eyes, sucking in a ragged breath.

The room is too loud. Too bright. Too much.

And she’s still behind those doors.

Fighting for her fucking life.

I shove away from Kanyan and Brando, my hands gripping my hair, my pulse a battering ram against my skull.

I can’t lose her.

I fucking can’t.

Because for the first time in my entire goddamn life, I’ve found something that feels like it could be mine.

And now, I might never get the chance to tell her that.

The automatic doors slide open.

I jerk my head up so fast my vision goes spotty.

But it’s not a doctor.

It’s a blur of fair hair, running toward me, heels clicking against the tile.

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