Crossfire
The explosion hit with the force of a freight train. The world around them seemed to tilt and spin, and then—everything went black.
The room around Flora blurred as her body slapped against the cold, unforgiving floor. She gasped for air, the acrid smell of smoke and burnt debris thick in her lungs. Her head spun, her ears rang, and for a moment she could not tell if she was alive or just dreaming.
"Jace!" She coughed, trying to lever herself up onto her knees. Her hand scraped something rough-concrete, maybe. Her eyes watered as she squinted through the smoke, searching for him.
He wasn't far. She spotted him lying motionless, his face pale, a trickle of blood oozing from his temple. Her heart began to race wildly. No time for panic yet. She scrambled toward him-the weight o
