A Reason to Fight

Marcella

Viper fell to the ground, the shot having hit him dead in the center of the forehead. But I did not care to look at him, all my attention was on Cassian as he collapsed, the gun falling from his hands as he collapsed onto the floor, ashen-faced.

I tried to rise but it was too much for me; hopelessly, sobbing his name aloud, I crawled to him.

The blood from his wounds was flowing freely no