“She is technically dead.”
The words sink in slowly. I clutch my hands together. My feet turn cold, my heart goes numb, and no thoughts pass through my mind. A silence settles in—a kind of silence where your mind refuses to hear anything else.
“Mila…”
“Mila…”
“Mila!”
The beeping of the heart monitor grows louder, jolting me back, and my eyes snap to Killian.
“Can you hear me?”
I nod, but even that feels difficult. It’s as if someone has placed a stone inside my skull, stopping my brain from functioning properly.
“Listen to me.” His voice is firm, commanding. He holds my face in his hands, his gaze drilling into mine. I swallow, but my throat is dry. My eyes feel dry too. I feel like a bystander, disconnected from my own body.
And then, I notice something I never have before—Killia
