Theron
The room is heavy with silence except for Leah’s ragged breathing and Lucian’s stillness beside her. Both of them are locked in whatever dream-battle they’ve been pulled into, their bodies lying motionless on the bed like they’re already dead.
I glance at Sasha on the other side of the room, she has the same worried look she's had since Queen Reyna called us in to monitor Lucian and Leah, pacing like a caged lion. I look back at them on the bed, but I look away almost immediately. I can't look at them for too long. It makes my chest tighten in a way I don’t want to admit.
So I force myself to focus on what I can control.
The phone in my hand buzzes weakly with poor reception. Lucian insisted on getting a few of these before he left the pack, saying “we can’t always rely on the
