(Jaime's Pov)
The call came in just as I was about to pour myself a drink after a long day of torturing one of Scar’s men to give up Rebel information.
Chase.
My best friend’s voice was filled with worry, frantic, which was so unlike him, but I couldn’t even dwell on that much, for the words that tumbled out of his mouth instantly sent a sharp stab of dread straight through my chest.
“It’s Aaliyah, Jaime. She’s been shot. We’re at St Andrews.”
Everything in me froze.
I couldn’t breathe.
I couldn’t think.
For a single, heart-stopping moment, the world ceased to exist. And then, like a switch flipping, my body moved before my mind could even catch up. The glass of half-filled wine I had in my hands slipped from my fingers, shattering against the marble floor, but I was already runn
