IRIS’ P.O.V.
The pounding in my chest was the first thing I felt. Slow at first, then faster, like someone was drumming against my ribs, trying to pull me out of the dark. My body felt heavy, trapped in something thick and cold. Every breath burned, every heartbeat hurt.
Blake will die.
Selene’s words echoed through me like a curse. The memory of her eyes; bright, desperate, cut through the haze. I wanted to scream, to move, to do anything, but I couldn’t even twitch a finger.
I was trapped in my own body.
“No,” I whispered, my voice swallowed by the dark. “Not this time.”
I forced my hand to move. Nothing happened. I tried again. My arm trembled, just slightly, but that small motion sent pain ripping through me. My throat tightened, and for a moment, I thought I’d fail again.
Then
