POV: Nixie
Selene had hit the ground before I could get to her.
One moment, she was standing over the wounded vampire boy, offering him water with shaking hands. The next, her body sagged, her knees buckling as if the earth suddenly yanked her down. The wooden cup slipped from her fingers and rolled across the dirt until it tapped my foot.
My heart lurched.
“Selene!”
I dropped beside her and turned her over. Her eyes were closed, lashes resting against pale cheeks. Sweat beaded along the hairline, but what frightened me far more was how light she felt-too light, as if she had quietly bled strength for days.
“Vlad!” I shouted.
He was at our side in an instant. His movements were silent, unnervingly calm, but the moment he touched her wrist, his crimson eyes flickered with concern.
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