C14 Fate’s Reckoning
Cassian’s hand slipped from hers.
It wasn't a sudden jerk, but a slow, terrible slide. His fingers, slick with sweat and blood from his wounds, brushed against Eveline’s in a final, heartbreaking whisper of contact before the crumbling edge of the obsidian platform gave way completely beneath his weight. Her own fingers closed on empty, cold air
