I turn my eyes to our sleeping beauty, surprised by how unwell she looks, and a whole lot less ethereal. Sierra, up close, looks like a porcelain doll, so silently still and unresponsive, with flushed, rosy cheeks on a milky pallor. Dark lashes fanning her face under smooth dark brows, and I can see Colton in her features immediately. I don’t argue, but take her upper arms under her armpits as firmly as I can without hurting her and lift her over while he gets her legs.
She’s light, surprisingly so, nothing to her, and painfully thin as the blankets pull away and I see her body under her thin medical gown. Her skin is almost translucent from lack of sunlight, yet she seems so very warm and alive, and I’m convinced she’s going to open her eyes at any moment. It’s unnerving, and I can’t st
