Amy's POV

"Carlos," I said again, my voice now shaking.

Descending to where he had been locked up was difficult for me. Each breath felt forced. The pain from the shard in my grasp would fluctuate at the side, and I had to maintain conversation with Enzo. It was all so much happening all at once; the smell of death and blood didn't help either.

"Carlos?" I whispered, his name passing through my lips for the third time in under a minute. I tried to call him one more time, but his voice got stuck in my throat, choked up with emotion.

At first, all I could hear were his...