Zion's POV
My body still refused to obey me, even as I watched her struggle in this state. Desperation clawed at me. I wanted nothing more than to drag myself to her side, to fight with her, but if I forced myself forward now, I might only end up becoming a burden instead.
Could I really do nothing to help her?
Panic squeezed my chest until I felt desperate, rifling through useless ideas for how to save Addison. Then I saw her, cornered, eyes wild, as if she were about to fight for her life. It was a now-or-never moment.
My brain went numb; my limbs trembled and went cold with fear.
I couldn't stand there. I had to stop it. I had to save her.
My vision narrowed until everything went red. I lunged before thought could catch up. I was heaving and was still supposedly injured, but I couldn't register pain; only the terror of watching Addison die flooded my mind.
Hatred and righteous fury surged through me toward that monstrous thing standing over her.
