*Llewelyn*
The world narrows down to a pinpoint, and all I can see is Anaïs. Her face is pale, her eyes closed. Her chest rises and falls in shallow, erratic breaths. With my enhanced senses, I can hear how weak her heart is beating, like the fluttering of a tiny bird. She is not long for this World without help.
I scoop her body up in my arms. She is frighteningly light. Edward follows me, his face etched with worry.
“Jean!” I call out, my voice echoing in the cavernous library. “Help Griff!”
Jean gives me a quick nod before rushing over to Griff. I don’t have time to see if he is okay…. He should be, he needs to be, so my entire focus is on Anaïs, he wants me to save her.
We lay her on a table, her body limp. Edward and I work together for once, attempting to staunch the bleeding.
