#Chapter 348 - Blood

I moan in horror as the tent floods with people, as they stomp out the lingering flames and try to pull Tony’s body away from me. I scream against it, holding onto him, not wanting to let him out of my sight. But Luca is there, crouching behind me, murmuring to me to let him go – to let the doctors help him – to unclench my hands that are clinging to Tony’s uniform. Luca’s words don’t register with me for a moment as the medics come flying in, as people begin to shout to notify the command about the dead Cadet on the floor, about what they assume was a fight that broke out – But Luca’s hands are calm on mine, and he slips his fingers beneath mine and unfolds them – And then they lift Tony, and they take him away. And I completely lose my mind. I scream out all of the horror and fear that’s racing through my body, through my blood. How – how can the whole world have fallen apart in thirty seconds – Gibson – Atalaxia – flashes of knives coming right for my face – the sti