SILAS POV
Holding her through a panic attack was worse than imagining her drowning in the tub. ’Cause this was just my own mind playing tricks on me. This was real.
I wasn’t prepared for the way Helena shook against me, breath tearing out of her chest like her body had forgotten how to exist in the present.
I tightened my arms around her instinctively, anchoring her, one hand cradling the back of her head, the other firm against her spine. She was warm. Real. Here. I needed her to feel that.
“Helena,” I murmured close to her ear. “Sunshine. Look at me.”
Her eyes were wide when she finally focused on me, turquoise blown dark with fear, lashes damp. For a split second, it felt like she didn’t know where she was—or who I was.
That second nearly killed me.
“I’ve got you,” I said again,
