ALEXANDER
“What’s wrong with me,” Emmaline keeps muttering, her voice soft and broken, as if saying the words will make sense of the storm tearing through her body. Sweat beads on her forehead, dripping down her temples, even though the cold air from the ceiling vent is rushing over us. Her body shudders against me, trembling so violently that I tighten my hold, afraid she might collapse completely.
I force myself to stay calm, but inside, my mind is a battlefield. I know this isn’t a fever or some simple fainting spell. I know exactly what it is. The truth claws at me with brutal certainty—she’s been poisoned.
By Seliora.
The name is a curse inside my head. My teeth grit, jaw aching from the pressure. She came for Emmaline, just as Lucien warned. And worse—she didn’t come with blades
