Elara suddenly jerked forward and vomited violently onto the floor.
Her whole body convulsed as she pressed both hands to her stomach, gasping between waves of pain. The glowing six-pointed star on her collarbone flared brighter, pulsing erratically.
Thorne dropped to his knees beside her instantly. “Elara!”
Kael moved fast, gently pulling her upper body against his chest to support her. “Easy… I’ve got you. Just breathe.”
Ronan spun around and shouted toward the door. “Healers! Get the healers back in here right now!”
Elara curled tighter into herself, forehead pressed against Kael’s shoulder, breathing in short, ragged bursts. “It hurts… something’s wrong… I feel too full inside…”
The older healer with silver-streaked hair rushed back into the room, carrying a small glowing crystal
