Pain shot through me, my neck searing and my arms and legs aching like they never had. I slowly opened my eyes and stared up at the ceiling in Sina’s bedroom. If it wasn’t for the pillows drenched in her sweet, thick scent, I would’ve thought I was in my room. I couldn’t turn my head or move my muscles an inch.
“Calder,” Sina whispered from my side. “Can you move?”
I opened my mouth—or at least tried to—but I couldn’t say anything. I couldn’t even scream.
She hovered over me, her head tilted to the side slightly and her eyes wide with tears. “I’m sorry,” she whispered. “This is my fault. I shouldn’t have ordered Darius to go find the baby.”
I wanted to tell her that it was okay, that this wasn’t her fault, but I couldn’t even speak through the mind link. The last thing I remembered was
