“Are you okay?” I asked Edin. My voice got rough. “I’m sorry.” God, I was fucking up at every turn. It was like I’d forgotten all my military training; all my expertise. “I should have moved when you told me to. I didn’t mean for you to have to fight—” “It’s fine.” Edin squeezed my shoulder once more before letting go. “But are you hurt?” I pressed. That monster had looked like a thick, hulking statue carved from rough stone. And it had been pummelling Edin really fucking hard.
