Tabitha’s POV

Pain blooms across my shoulder like fire under the skin. I try to move but glass grates beneath me, cutting deeper. My arm screams with every inch I drag myself back.

“Fuck—don’t move,” Jace says as he drops beside me. I flinch when his hand touches my arm.

“Don’t,” I hiss. “Don’t touch me.”

“You’re bleeding!” He runs his fingers over his hair, looking frustrated.. “If you keep crawling, you’re going to make it worse. Let me carry you.”

“No! I don’t care. Just leave me alone!” I say through gritted teeth.

Jace takes a deep breath as if trying to channel every last ounce of patience he...