The chill of yesterday rushed in.
Another cell. Another darkness.
Elias had sat beside her then, gasping, one hand clamped tightly over the gash on her arm. Blood had soaked through his sleeve, but his grip never wavered.
"You don't speak. You don't move. If they come for anyone, they come for me," he'd said, his voice like stone.
She'd shaken her head, eyes brimming."You think I'm just going to sit there?"
He'd looked at her then—jaw clenched, eyes burning with something she hadn't understood yet.
"It's not about watching. It's about what I can take, that you shouldn't have to."
She remembered the silence that followed—how thick and unbearable it had felt. The kind of quiet that made her want to scream.
Now, only one sound cut through the darkness.
Seraphina's voice.
Calling her name.
Back to Present
Adeline came to, pulled from unconsciousness by the ache in her ribs and the copper sting of blood in her mouth. Her head throbbed. Breathing was like inhaling fire.
Seraphina was cradling her, sobbing now, her hands trembling as she tried to keep her steady.
"Why would you do that?" she whispered, her voice breaking."Why would you stand in the way?"
Adeline coughed, her words heavy and fractured."Because... I know what it's like… to have someone stand between you and the worst."
Seraphina wiped at her tears, eyes locked on hers."He did that for you, didn't he?"
Adeline didn't answer.
She didn't need to.
Because in the sharp ache behind her eyes, she saw it clearly—the way Elias had once shielded her without hesitation. In another place. In another cell. When pain and fear had tried to claim her first.
And now, it was her turn.
She had done the same.