Keith
I can’t breathe.
Hope’s body is limp in my arms, and I’m shaking so hard I don’t even know if I’m still holding her right. Her skin is too pale, too cold, like the warmth is draining from her faster than I can hold it in.
“Emma!” I scream, my voice cracking from the strain. “EMMA!”
The world around me blurs—voices are shouting, boots scraping against the stone floor, people shifting, reacting—but all I see is her. Hope. My mate. My goddess. Lifeless.
Tessa is suddenly beside me, dropping to her knees. Her face is pale, eyes wide with something I’ve never seen on her before—fear.
“No,” she whispers, her hand trembling as she touches her sister’s arm. “Hope, no. You’re okay. You’re okay—right? Come on, please—come on.”
Ben is behind her, his arms wrapping around her shoulders, g
