The moment the question left my mouth, Robin didn’t speak. His eyes just darted around frantically—searching. Searching for him.
For my friend.
Then, as he turned slightly to the side… I saw it. Him.
Julian.
He was lying on the grass just a few feet away. The ground beneath him was soaked in blood, and crimson still poured from a burn wound on his side, sickeningly visible. His hand—twisted in an unnatural position, it looked like it had taken the full impact of a fall. Like he had been shoved.
My heart dropped.
I ran.
Ran to him.
I dropped to my knees, eyes already welling with tears.
“No... no...” I whispered, over and over again, as I cradled his head gently in my lap.
His eyes fluttered open barely—and pain etched itself into every line of his face. Every tiny movement made h
