Blaze's POV
11:49 a.m. — Mexico, Private Airfield
“AVA!”
Her body jerked in my arms.
She clawed at her throat, desperately trying to breathe.
“Darlin', look at me!”
Her mouth opened.
Nothing.
Then a thin, terrible wheeze escaped.
“MORGAN!”
He was already running.
Tootsie followed, shoving her go-bag into Iron's hands.
“Get her away from the powder!” she shouted.
I lifted Ava, carrying her away from the drifting cloud.
Her fingers dug into my shirt.
“Blaze,” she rasped.
“I'm here, Darlin'.”
Her eyes widened.
She couldn't breathe.
I lowered her where Morgan directed.
Tootsie dropped beside us.
“Little Mama, look at me.”
Ava's frightened eyes found hers.
“Don't try to speak. We're going to help you.”
Morgan checked her breathing.
“Severe respiratory distress. We need
