REINA

The hands on my face were rough.

Not comforting. Not gentle. They held me still like I might fall apart if he let go even for a second.

“Reina,” the voice said, low and sharp. “Look at me. Are you alright? Did he hurt you?”

I blinked hard, my vision clearing in uneven waves. The first thing I saw was Andrew on the ground a few feet away, sprawled like he’d been tossed aside without effort. Then the pavement. Then the wall at my back.

And then I looked up.

Calestino.

My breath hitched painfully in my throat.

His face was hard, unreadable, eyes scanning me like he was...