Nina
Griffin stumbles into the motel room, his steps uneven, blood seeping through the fabric of his shirt. My stomach drops as I rush to him, catching him just before he collapses.
“Griff!” I shout, shaking him. His skin is cold, his breathing shallow.
“E-Elijah…” he manages, his voice barely audible before his eyes flutter closed.
“Elijah?” I repeat, my voice rising with panic. “Griffin, stay with me!”
Jaxon is already at my side, his expression grim as he kneels next to us. “He’s losing too much blood. We need to move him. Now.”
“He’s not staying here,” I say firmly, glancing at Jaxon. “We’re taking him back to Valens.”
Jaxon shakes his head, standing to grab his jacket. “I’m not welcome in Valens territory, Nina. You know that. You bring me in, it’s war.”
“f**k that.” I straigh
