Chapter 195
Dane
The sight of her on that healer’s table had carved a hole into my chest I wasn’t sure would ever close.
Unmoving.
Pale.
Barely breathing.
I stood frozen, watching her, willing her chest to rise and fall—counting each breath as if I could keep her tethered to this world just by watching.
The healers were working—hands flying, spells muttered, potions poured into her trembling body. But no one said anything. No one told us what was happening.
When one of them turned to us, I felt both hope and dread crash together in my chest.
“You need to leave the room,” the elder healer said, firm but not unkind.
“We’re not leaving her,” Sylus growled.
“I agree,” Cassian snapped. “We stay.”
But my eyes never left her face. Her lips were parted slightly. Her brow furrowed in pa
