Zora’s POV
Despite the familiarity I had with being in this same situation that Lucian was in right. now, a sudden wave of paralysis gripped me as I found myself in the midst of it once again. The knowledge of what needed to be done was clear, yet my brain and hands failed me at this crucial moment. Panic set in, and my usual composure crumbled.
Driven by a mix of confusion and urgency, I rushed toward him, my thoughts racing to find a solution. However, my hands, typically steady, betrayed me as they shook profusely.
As I knelt there, a concerned spectator to his inner turmoil, I observed his struggle with each breath. His chest heaved irregularly, the rhythmic inhales and exhales disrupted by the weight of an invisible force.
His face bore the strain of the internal battle, contorted
