HELENA POV
The fight dragged us toward the waterfalls whether I wanted it or not.
The ground sloped downward, slick with melting snow and blood, boots slipping, bodies sliding. The sound changed first—the roar of the water grew louder, heavier, swallowing screams and gunshots until everything blended into one constant, violent noise.
The thermal falls.
My stomach twisted when I realized where we were.
This place had meant so much for me, for Silas. Steam rising gently into cold air. Silas’s hands on my waist. His mouth at my ear. His voice low and steady as he told me he loved me like it was a fact, and my flight on Seiryu's back. It could have been our safe place. Our little paradise, like it was for his parents. Apparently this wasn't going to be the case.
Now the rocks were smeare
