Orion's POV
"No," I breathed, the word coming out strangled and desperate.
I ran toward her, my feet crunching on broken glass that I barely registered. I dropped to my knees beside her, my hands reaching for her but hesitating for just a second, afraid to touch her, afraid of what I would find.
Her head was bleeding—a dark, sticky patch of blood matting her hair and trickling down her face in thin red rivulets. Her face was bruised, already swelling, with dark purple marks blooming across her cheekbone and around her eye. Her lip was split and bleeding. There was blood smeared under her nose, dried and crusted on her upper lip.
But it wasn't just her face.
Her arms were covered in bruises—finger-shaped marks where someone had grabbed her, held her down. Her clothes were torn and dis
