Chapter 24

"He's the chosen one. He can't die." Rafe's mother's disbelieving tone did nothing to help the situation.

Despite having dragged him on board the Zoll'a, the long arm of the ship plucking him from space, Rafe lay still on the bay floor, his features pale, his chest not moving.

As if Emma would let him die. "Don't you dare give up!" she yelled, pounding on his chest. "I'm. Not. Done. With. You." Spat through tight lips as she compressed his chest. His idiot chest. What was he thinking? Him and Mikhail, acting like heroes and staying behind. She hated them as much as she loved them for their actions.

"You do know we have a medical bay?" Rafe's mother just couldn't stop herself from being a bitch.

"I know, but we don't have time to take him there. He's not breathing," she yelled, a choked sound full of tears as she pounded on him with a closed fist.