Chapter 641

Hearing that voice, my mind went completely blank with a deafening buzz. Elijah? Was I hearing things? Could it really be him? How could he possibly be here? I frantically pushed away the debris blocking my view. When I finally got a clear look, I was utterly stunned. And there Elijah was, shielding the lower half of my body with his own. He was pinned beneath the heavy scaffold and shattered spotlight. Those spotlights alone weighed at least a dozen pounds each. Falling from such a height, the impact must have been excruciating, and most of that pain had been borne by Elijah. A chilling dread washed over me as I looked at him—his head bleeding profusely, his life hanging by a thread. I struggled to push away the debris still pressing down on us, desperately trying to crawl out from under the heavy scaffold. But when I reached out, shards of glass tore into my palm, causing me to cry out in pain. At that moment, the startled crowd began rushing toward us. Through my tear-blurre