HEATH’S POV
She’s dying.
The thought doesn’t come all at once. It seeps in... slow, poisonous... curling through my mind like smoke until it chokes out everything else.
She’s dying.
“No.” My voice cracks, raw and unfamiliar even to my own ears. “No, no, no… Bee....”
Her name falls apart in my mouth.
She doesn’t respond. Her chest barely moves. Her lips… still blue. Too blue.
The bond between us flickers... weak, fraying like a thread about to snap... and panic slams into me so hard my knees nearly buckle.
Behind me, Posy lets out a faint, broken cry.
It’s barely there. Weak. Fragile.
Alive. But barely.
I feel it... the pull. Two directions. Two lives.
My mate. My daughter. And I am not strong enough to lose either.
“Do something!” I roar, the sound ripping out of my chest befo
