Rain POV
I never struggled so much to get rest even in Caleb's embrace. In honesty, the panic in my mind was far worse than any torture I had endured. I had to keep reminding myself of my strength. I knew that I would win the fight; that was not what I feared. No, what I feared was failing to keep Caleb safe, bringing the Collector exactly what he wanted.
I reached down to feel the vial in my pant pocket and sighed. I only had about an hour now before the fight. As I brushed my hand against Caleb's face, I could feel the warmth of his skin, providing a small comfort amidst the chaos. I was not one to lie; in fact, my heart was racing right now. But I needed an insurance plan.
"Caleb," I whispered as his eyes opened and he pulled me against him. "Can I feel your warmth through your fire?
