Chapter 011
Emilia's POV
Not when everything seems as though it is breaking all around me; I hardly even notice the suffering anymore. Every wave of pain strikes stronger than the next; all I can do is hang on—grip the sheets under my fingers until my nails dig into the cloth, until the air seems too thick to breathe.
Nikolas is still there, his hand tightly clutching mine as though he were attempting to drag me back from the brink of something awful. Fearful and full of something deeper than I could possibly name, his eyes were fixed on me. I try to stare at him, but when everything is whirling, when my body is shaking wildly, when my chest is constricting like a vice, it is difficult to concentrate.
"Emilia," he says, his voice harsh, as though he were experiencing the same struggle
