Leah
The floor was cold against my back.
I didn’t remember falling. One moment I was standing, my hands pressed to my throat, feeling the impossible heat of my own blood between my fingers. The next I was on the stone, staring at the ceiling, watching the moonlight play across the beams overhead like nothing had happened. Like the world hadn’t just cracked open.
Keanu was there. I couldn’t see him, but I could feel his hands. One pressed over mine against my throat, adding pressure that sent fresh agony tearing through the wound. The other cradled the back of my head, keeping it off the cold stone.
“No, no, no, no.” His voice was a chant. A prayer. The words tumbled from him in a stream that had no pauses, no breath. “Stay with me, Leah. Look at me. Eyes on me. Don’t you close them, do
