Ezra'a POV
The tension in the room was suffocating, pressing down on me like a physical weight. My gaze remained fixed on Aria as she lay motionless, her pale complexion almost translucent in the soft glow of the bedside lamp. Eya and I had been working tirelessly, trying every remedy we could think of, but nothing was enough. Each shallow breath she took felt like a ticking clock, counting down to something I refused to accept.
“She’s stronger than this,” I said aloud, though the words were more for myself than anyone else. I couldn’t lose her. Not her. Not now.
Damon’s voice, sharp and laced with frustration, broke through my thoughts. “I need answers, Ezra. Not platitudes. What the hell is wrong with her?”
I straightened, locking eyes with him. “The herbs were meant to suppress her
