Caroline’s POV
The world came apart into pieces. There was no cold anymore, no darkness, only a single, all consuming, pulsing red fog that started in my left arm and, with every heartbeat, slammed fresh waves of pain into my skull.
I felt motion, the jolting rhythm of it as Rowan ran with me. I heard the heavy thud of his boots on wooden flooring, the crash as he kicked the front door open, but every sound arrived as if it had to pass through a thick pane of glass first. Shock settled over me like a lead gray blanket. Only one thing stayed fixed, something I could cling to.
Rowan’s face.
“MYRA!” Rowan’s shout shook his chest. “MYRA, GET HERE NOW!”
I felt myself drop, but not to the floor. He laid me on the living room sofa, and his movements were not gentle. He pinned my shoulder dow
