Thea could barely feel her right leg when she woke.
Smoke choked her lungs, the tang of scorched flesh causing bile to rise in her throat. The air was thick with dust and ash, obscuring much of her view. Her hand brushed another as she fought to sit up. The long nails and feel of frosty porcelin skin told her it was Raina, and she was dead.
Thea groaned as she managed to push herself up, stari...