Harper’s POV
“Woah there.” Ronan catches me as my body falls back. “I think you need to rest, Luna.”
“I… is he breathing?”
I try to turn my head to look at Lucas, but the tears and exhaustion blur my vision. I dig my fingers into Ronan’s arm, needing something to ground me, to keep me here. If Lucas isn’t healed, I need to keep going.
“He’s breathing,” Ronan says softly while helping me sit up. “Look.”
Blinking, I do my best to focus on Lucas’s body. My eyes move from his bloody face down to his torso. His chest is finally rising and falling steadily. There’s no death rattle, no stuttering of breath, no blood seeping out.
The exhaustion rolls through my body with an unpleasant tingle. My magic and energy are drained, but relief fills me. With a whine, Erie lays down beside Lucas,
