Adaline pov
I whimpered weakly as I watched Tate taken away. Aria was curled up whimpering, too exhausted to keep trying to fight to get free. I wished for the hundredth time in the last five minutes that I had waited to heal those people, not for my sake but for Tate’s. I know I weakened him greatly, and if anything happened to him it would kill me, even if Sevra didn’t. Though I beat her once before, I was tired and pregnant, exhaustion flooding through my body from using so much of myself moments before. I needed rest, and I was fighting just to keep my eyes open.
Sevra walked around me slowly, a mocking laugh chuckling out of her throat. I stared at her, her red hair was plaited back like all the other rouges wore it. She had on a black jacket and black stretch pants, no armo
