Cassie
Cassie crouched beneath the alcove, her breath ragged, and debris raining down on her and Daniel. Why had he shoved her into this spot then became a barrier between her and the explosion? It was too hazardous. He was a mortal and would die the moment a wall or ceiling fell on him. Please, by all the gods and goddesses, make him be okay.
Her hand brushed his leg, but Daniel didn't move when she touched him. A chunk of concrete lay across his abdomen. The scent of copper was thick in her throat. No, no, no!
"We'll get you help." Her voice cracked. She climbed around his body until he could see her and she repeated her words.
"Where's Linney? I'm going to kill that fucking bastard."
She placed a hand on his chest, keeping him from moving. "Don't ask, please, but he's dead."
"I met a man . . . who said you were a siren." His face contorted in pain for a moment, then he met her eyes. "Was he right? I mean, I heard you. Not with my ears, but inside my heart and soul."