Chapter 32
Aiden dropped his sword and went to him immediately, more or less collapsing onto his knees, which felt like it tore his slashed thigh in half. He heaved Greg onto his back then wiped the dirt from his face. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry.” He lifted Greg upright in his arms to help him breathe, looking desperately to where Cassandra was still lying. She was perfectly, terribly still.
“Help me!” Aiden lifted his head and yelled it to the heavens. “Help me! Help me, please!” If Eskandar wouldn’t come, maybe someone near the path would hear.
“Stupid,” he hissed at himself. He carefully moved Greg to get Greg’s phone out of his back pocket, but it was dead. Like his friends.
Aeshma was taking his sweet fucking time. Aiden’s broken heart was slowly splitting in two and the pain was incredible, but not quite as bad as it’d been the two times before. Maybe because Eskandar had done his light-whammy on it just that afternoon.