Grace POV
As I saw Paxton walking towards the camp carrying Kiara in his arms, a sinking feeling coiled around my stomach, and I knew my worst fears were coming true. The way Kiara was slumped in his arms, pale and still, made my heart race.
I knew that Kiara was special, but seeing Paxton carrying her without any visible signs of pain was evidence that her abilities had started to manifest. I quickly ushered Paxton into the tent, trying to conceal my worry and fear.
I examined Kiara's body with care and precision, searching for any signs of distress or danger. Thankfully, the only thing I found was a slight fever, which was easily treatable.
As I worked, I couldn't help but notice how Paxton never left Kiara's side, holding her hand tightly as if it was the only thing keeping him
