C42 Chapter 42

Elizabeth's POV

He hit the floor hard, groaning. Blood dripped from his temple, soaking into his torn shirt. His fingers twitched against the cold ground. My pulse pounded as his eyes fluttered open, first unfocused, then sharp, locking onto mine.

“Adam,” I called softly.

Lance grabbed a fistful of my hair and yanked it backward.

“Ugh,” I groaned.

Pain shot through my scalp. I gasped