David's Pov

I sat on the edge of the bed, my hand trembling as I dipped a clean cloth into a bowl of warm water. Mara lay still, her breathing deep and heavy from the exhaustion and the hit to her head. A dark, ugly bruise was blooming across her temple, a mark where her skin had met the brick.

I blotted the wound, my heart twisting in my chest.

"I'm sorry," I whispered, though she couldn't hear me. "I’m so sorry, Mara."

Seeing her on that sidewalk, with that shadow in the black hoodie looming over her, had been the most terrifying second of my life. I had fought...