C380 FOR A CURE

"Put her down here, Damon. Gently. Please," Aria whispered, her voice cracking as she cleared a pile of old blankets from a low stone ledge.

Damon did not speak. His breathing was a harsh, ragged whistle in the small cave. He lowered Elara onto the ledge, his arms trembling from the strain. The sound her legs made as they tapped against the floor was not the soft thud of skin