-Casimir POV-
I didn’t even bother to look over at Gal or Gladys when they burst into the shouting about, “They got it.” Nothing could have gotten me to take my eyes off of Maeve. Nothing. All I have been able to do is keep my gaze locked onto her neck, where I can see her pulse. Needing to see the proof that she is still alive. Her pulse is the only thing that is keeping me sane within this moment.
“What do you have?” I listen as Hazel asks the two witches. There is hope bleeding from her voice.
“We know why she hasn’t woken up.” That gets my attention, but not enough for me to break my gaze from Maeve. “We think that Mia is too weak to heal her body or to even come forward. We think that Mia might have taken the brunt of the spells before she was too weak, and then Maeve pushed her
