FENRIC'S POV
I could barely hear her heartbeat. And her breathing… it was fading, thinning into nothing, like threads being pulled loose one by one.
“No,” I growled. “Anwen!”
I dropped to my knees so hard the stone groaned beneath the impact. The shelf pinning her wasn’t heavy to me—not even close—but for her frail human body, it might as well have been a mountain. I could see where the weight of it had crushed across her back and shoulders.
With one arm, I shoved the shelf upward, muscles locking with the strain, while the other slid beneath her carefully, dragging her free inch by inch.
She sagged limply against me, her head lolling as blood traced a thin, horrifying line down her face.
The moment she was clear, I let the shelf crash back to the floor. The thunderous impact shook t
