Maeve
Robbie was holding me and Rowan to his chest, his body trembling as he took deep, strained breaths. The dust was clearing, the forest floor now visible through pockets of fog and debris. I blinked, my eyes ringing so violently it made my headache.
Rowan was fighting to free himself from Robbie’s grasp. Robbie let him go, and Rowan fell to his knees, coughing so hard his eyes began to water.
We were soaked from the rain and covered in mud. I looked around, turning in Robbie’s direction to face what was left of the entrance to the tunnel.
The hill was nothing but a pile of shattered stone and broken trees. I closed my eyes.
It was over–and at a tremendous cost.
“We have to go in for them,” I whispered weakly, unable to hide the pain in my voice. I hadn’t yet registered what had h
