Liam’s POV
If the cure had already started the process, there was no undoing it. It was too late for antidotes, too late for spells.
The only thing that could complete it, the only thing keeping him alive right now was her blood.
And if he didn’t get it soon… he’d die.
I closed my fist around the note. I looked at Killian again, his body trembling, his breathing uneven, the low sound in his throat no longer human.
Isla’s hand brushed his jaw, her voice trembling as she whispered his name, over and over, like she could call him back from wherever he was slipping to.
He was fighting it. I could see that. The Alpha in him, the man who’d defied every curse, every chain, he was still there, trying to hold the line.
But his veins were darkening, the pulse at his throat thundering too
