Unless he was down there. Trapped like she had been.
Already dead.
My knees hit the ground before I registered falling.
And I couldn’t breathe.
He couldn’t?—
Memories, every one we’d shared, flashed before my eyes. But moments stood out as they raced through my mind.
His kiss goodbye earlier that day in the room.
The shiver racing over me.
Finishing our run by the lake, wondering who would be saved and who might be lost.
I gasped.
Standing beneath the lemon tree that first day, thinking that he and I would circle back to the tunnels.
I couldn’t breathe.
And the moment we met, that day in the pharmacy when I’d first seen him.
I sobbed.
Max’s voice pierced the memory.
“Quinn!” He shouted, but when I didn’t move, he tried again. “Princess! Help me get him out!”
Head shooting up at my nickname, I choked out a cry as I scrambled forward.
Max dragged Landon over to the rim of the basin, and I hooked my elbows under Landon’s limp arms. Hauling him up as adrenaline coursed through me. Drawing on every ounce of strength I possessed.
And laying him down on the stone.
Tears flooded my eyes, but I swiped them away.
His lips were blue. His skin was pale.
I didn’t think.
I just sealed my lips over his and breathed.
Max came up on his other side, dripping wet and shaking.
“He’s not breathing!” I jerked his shoulders, shaking him. “Landon! Please wake up!” I shook again. “Landon,breathe!”
Placing my hands on his chest and calling on every latent memory of the shows I’d watched beside Gia. Fueled by every medical drama moment I’d seen, I pushed on his chest.
As hard and fast as my shaking arms would move, I acted purely on instinct.
But I had no fucking idea what I was doing.
Max put his hands over mine. “Quinn, back up.”
“No.” I pushed air into his mouth again. “Breathe, dammit!”
