AMY POV

I couldn't stop screaming.

It came out of me without permission, raw and uncontrollable, my hands still pressed against Ravenna's shoulder where blood continued seeping warm and sticky between my fingers despite everything I tried to do to stop it. Antonio's voice cut through the chaos eventually, steady and firm even as gunfire continued somewhere distant now, the worst of it apparently moving away from our exact position.

"Amy. Amy, look at me." He gripped my face gently, forcing my eyes up toward his. "I need you to breathe. Can you do that for me?"

"She's bleeding so much, Antonio." I sobbed, my hands shaking violently against the...