Seven

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.