ASHER’S POV
It’s been a long time since I’ve seen anyone look so pale. The last time that someone had whitened to the point of day old toothpaste, I had been the cause of it and since then, I swore to never put myself in a position where I would have to witness such a haunting ordeal again.
Now, here we are.
Hazel’s face is cold as ice. I cup her cheeks, staring intently at her face. I have never envied witches until now. The desire to will her to conscious is so strong.
“She will be fine,” Alison smiles reassuringly, placing a tentative hand on my shoulder. I barely feel it. I’m tempted to ask her to take her hand off. “I promise, it looks worse than it actually is.”
“This is my fault,” Elara approaches the other side of the bed. “I never should have acted so impulsively. I sensed s
