(MASON'S POV)
My lungs were on fire. Every breath came out wrong—too fast, too sharp—like my body had completely forgotten how to be normal. I clutched Blue's shirt so hard my fingers cramped, twisting the fabric as the room tilted in slow, horrible circles.
He's leaving. Three whole days.
Without him… they'll find me.
The thought kept slamming into me over and over again, and suddenly I couldn't get enough air.
"Shhh, hey—hey, I've got you." Blue's voice drowned out everything, warm and steady, like he was anchoring me to something real. His arms tightened around me, one hand sliding up to cradle the back of my head while the other rubbed slow, grounding circles between my shoulder blades. "Breathe with me, okay? In for four… hold… out for six. Come on, Mason. Stay with me."
