My world darkened and my body stiffened. I felt my heart rate slow down, almost to a stop. The panic in my veins did not belong to me.
My mind cleared. I heard Mikhail call me but I could not reply him. The air filtering into my lungs was not enough to breathe, let alone speak. I felt as I had when the three witches of Baal put their magic on me. I felt him lift my stiff body and lower me to the hard surface of the ground.
"Adela? Wake up, kitten." I felt big hands swipe my hair from my forehead back to my head. "Please." The words were torn, so far detached from the usual arrogance of the prince, they almost sounded foreign. He had one hand gripping my left one as if my life depended on it while his other hand lay on my forehead.
I wished to reach out to him, to assure him I was fin
