FIA
I thought I was going to die.
Not in the abstract way you think about death when you're young and it feels like some far-off thing that happens to other people. No. I thought I was going to die right there on that floor with glass pressed to my throat and Bo's weight crushing my chest.
The fear was unlike anything I had ever known. It crawled through my veins like ice water. It squeezed my lungs until breathing felt like drowning. Every second stretched into an eternity while my mind screamed at me to move, to fight, to do something. But my body would not listen. My limbs felt heavy and wrong. The blood on my palms made everything slippery. I could not get purchase. Could not push her off.
So I reached for him.
I did not know if it would work. The bond between us was still new. Still strange. But I threw everything I had into it. All my terror. All my desperation. His name ripped through my mind like a prayer I did not know I believed in.
And then he came.
