The Price of Peace
Donovan's POV
I hadn't slept in four days.
The chair beside Lyra's bed had become my world. I watched her chest rise and fall, counting each shallow breath. Her skin was so pale it looked like moonlight.
"Still nothing?" Jason's voice made me look up.
He stood in the doorway holding two cups of coffee. His eyes were as red as mine probably were.
"Her heart rate dropped again this morning," I said, accepting the coffee. "Morgana thinks..."
"What does she think?"
I couldn't say it. Couldn't voice what the witch had whispered to me in the hallway.
"That she might not wake up," Jason finished quietly.
We sat in silence, both staring at Lyra's motionless form.
"The council wants to know when I'll be back," Jason said eventually. "There's so much to rebuild."
"Same
