“Hold still, darling. This is going to sting.”
The suppressant felt like liquid fire in her veins, dragging Sienna down into a heavy, suffocating dark. Every breath felt like she was trying to lift a mountain with her lungs. Her power was still there, buried under a layer of numb ice, but she couldn’t quite reach the surface.
But she wasn’t empty.
She could feel Callum. Even at a few days old, his tiny spark was pulsing against the edges of their bond—stubborn and refusing to fade. He was pouring every bit of strength he had back into her. My boy.
Touch him and you die,* she promised. *I won’t let it happen.
Savannah’s heels clicked against the linoleum in a steady, cold rhythm. She circled the steel gurney like a vulture, savoring the sight. The white lab coat draped over her shredde
