Briar
One moment, Damian was yelling at me, his face contorted with anger. The next, he was crumpling to the ground, his body convulsing violently. My heart leaped into my throat as I rushed to his side.
"Damian?" I called, my voice shaking. "Damian, can you hear me?" My hands hovered over him, unsure where to touch, afraid of making things worse.
His body was unnaturally still, save for the rapid rise and fall of his chest. I cupped his face in my hands, relief flooding through me as I felt the warmth of his skin. He was alive, at least. The stubble on his cheeks scraped against my palms, a sensation so familiar it made my chest ache.
But then, just as suddenly as he'd collapsed, Damian's eyes snapped open. My relief was short-lived as I realized something was terribly wrong. His eyes
