Cane's POV

Leslie hadn't even finished her words before I moved.

I turned and rushed out of the room without another thought, my steps hitting the floor hard and fast as I pushed my body forward with everything I had. My chest felt tight but I didn't slow down. 

Gunnar couldn't die. Not like this. Not now.

"No... no... no..." I muttered under my breath as I ran, my mind refusing to accept what I had just seen. His face, pale. His body, too still. His pulse fading under Leslie's fingers.

Not Gunnar.

I picked up my speed, ignoring the strain in my legs as I cut through the corridors,...