FIA
My vision swam.
Everything blurred at the edges, shapes bleeding into each other like watercolors left in the rain. I tried to blink it away, tried to focus, but the world kept tilting sideways. My body felt heavy and disconnected, like I was piloting it from somewhere far away.
Then I felt something warm and wet.
It spread across my skin, soaking through what was left of my clothes, and I thought maybe it was mine. Maybe the remaining burns had started bleeding again, or maybe Valentine had cut deeper than I realized. But when I finally managed to force my eyes open, really open, I saw the truth.
Blood poured down onto me in thick rivulets.
It was however not mine.
It was Cian's.
