Cindra’s POV
“f**k. f**k. f**k!” Cole cried. “What the actual f**k?”
The world fractured and blurred at the edges. The blizzard started to slow. I stumbled, a little dizzy. Cole was still cursing, but I really couldn’t make out what he was saying. My vision tunneled in on Helio, sprawled on the cold floor like a broken toy soldier. His face was pale. He wasn’t moving. Was he breathing? I lunged forward, praying to the Goddess that he was.
I pressed my fingers to his neck. My fingers trembled as I searched for a pulse. It was there, faint but steady. Then, I noticed that his chest was rising and falling in shallow, erratic, wheezing breaths.
Panic, raw and primal, clawed at my throat. Icy, cold tears dripped from my eyes, clinking on the ground and sprinkling over him.
“Helio,” I whisp
