Nevara
“Michelle!” I blurted, heart still racing, breath not yet fully caught in my lungs.
Thoren blinked at me. “Michelle? You’ve barely been breathing again for five minutes and practically the first thing you want to talk about is Michelle?”
His tone wasn’t cruel—just incredulous. A teasing lift to his brow. But there was confusion behind his eyes, too. Concern.
I shook my head, still trembling. “No—you don’t understand. She’s—”
The door creaked open before I could finish.
Michelle stepped into the room, speaking as she walked. “I really need you to let them take her soon. She shouldn’t be left here too long—”
Then she saw me.
She froze.
Her mouth fell open. The tray in her hands clattered to the floor.
“Oh my goddess,” she breathed. “She’s alive?”
Her eyes filled instantly,
