Gabriella’s POV
I hit the real world like I’d been thrown from the heavens.
My body jolted upright with a violent gasp, the sound ripping through my throat raw and broken. My lungs seized, then dragged in air so fast I nearly choked on it.
The room wasn’t silent.
Someone was shouting my name.
No—more than one someone.
Hands cupped my face.
Arms wrapped around my shoulders.
The bond howled like a storm inside my chest.
“Gabriella—look at me. Look at me, sweetheart.”
Leo’s voice. Sharp, commanding, edged with terror.
“Her pulse is flying—”
Rhael.
“Gabby, breathe—breathe with me. In. Out.”
Mark.
But the first hands I felt, the ones grounding me despite the chaos spinning through my skull, were Tristan’s.
He was kneeling in front of me, palms braced on either side of my face, h
