I didn’t know how much time had passed.
Minutes… hours… days?
All I knew was the weight of Ani’s hand in mine—cold, limp, frighteningly still—and the faint glow pulsing weakly under her skin whenever Jennifer’s power surged into her.
The room was dim, so they kept the light to a bare minimum so Esmeralda could light different candles for her magic, but she had finally collapsed in the corner, her head tipped forward, her dark curls serving as a pillow.
She didn't even make it to a chair.
I saw her enchanting gods knows what, and then she just fell.
Seth barely caught her before she hit the floor, and decided to lie there until they brought another bed for them to rest.
I'm sure she's exhausted, but I'm grateful for her help.
If it weren't for both of them, I'm sure Anika woul
