Chapter 153
- JAZE’S POV
- The blast of the Remnant’s helmet had shattered the bones in my nose. I lay on his chest, blood pouring over the cold metal of his armor, tasting copper and iron.
- The battle raged around us, a storm of blind gunfire and frantic shouts in the crushing dark. But for a moment, my world was just the warm, desperate air escaping my lungs.