“Hours,” Caden said. “Maybe less now.”
His hand dropped from his chest, his fingers scraping weakly against the floor. The blood there was thick, turning a dark violet that made my skin crawl.
“Is there an antidote?” I demanded, turning to Sora. “Your father’s books, three hundred years of research you said so, there has to be something.”
Sora reached into her pocket and pressed a clean cloth firmly against the wound. Caden didn’t flinch and that was the most terrifying part; he was already going numb.
“There is no antidote for Thyrix,” she said, her voice tight. “It’s not a snake bite, Rhea, it is a cellular reset. The only thing that stops Thyrix is the death of the host.”
“No.” I gripped Caden’s shoulder hard. “That’s not an option. Please, don't say that… don't…”
Caden’s head lo
