Fvck. Fvck. Fvck.
Fear coiled tightly around Silvester's chest, its grip as cold and relentless as a serpent's. Kathryn's words took a moment to fully penetrate his consciousness, but the sight of Grace spitting up blood obliterated any residual shock. His instincts surged, overpowering the panic that threatened to dismantle his composure.
“Grace!” he cried out, hurrying to her side. His rapid movements were a lifeline, enabling him to catch her just before she crumpled. Her once-vibrant face had turned a ghostly pale, her breaths coming in shallow, labored gasps. The lively energy she usually exuded had evaporated, replaced by an eerie, unsettling stillness. She looked fragile, like a delicate porcelain figurine teetering on the edge of shattering.
His throat tightened as he gently gra
