Ziana’s POV
After what feels like forever, we pop back into the circle we left out of. Cheers erupt around me, but I can’t focus. I feel drained. That took so much energy from me, I can barely stand straight.
It must be the same for Addie because we both have collapsed to the ground and haven’t moved.
I feel warm hands on my face, turning it towards the sky. Opening my eyes, I meet Zane’s worried ones.
“Are you okay?” He asks and all I do is not my head in response. Even that feels like it’s been weighed down by 100 pound weights.
“Ziana.” I hear Killian call, as Zane helps me up to a sitting position. I look around, and relief almost tears a sob from my chest as I look into Killian’s pink eyes.
He stops mid step and stares at me, grief colors his features.
“What did you do?”
