Draven's pov
Her body was weightless in my arms.
Not because she was small, though she was. Not because I was strong, though I am. But because in that moment, carrying her felt like punishment—one I deserved.
Her head lolled against my chest, her breath shallow and uneven. I could feel the heat radiating off her skin, unnatural and alarming.
Too hot.
Too fragile.
And yet, her expression,even unconscious,wore defiance like a crown. She had spat at my feet moments ago, words like daggers still lodged deep in my chest.
"You think I need you? I'll burn the world down without you."
That fire was still there.
But her body had surrendered.
"Damn it," I whispered, gathering her closer and turning back toward the compound.