Phantom’s POV
Maryelle’s body convulsed once more, then went still. Too still.
The healer’s hands moved quickly, pressing against her chest, checking her pulse, his brow furrowing deeper with each passing second. Finally, he looked up, his face grim. “Her system has shut down. She’s fallen into a coma. If we don’t act soon, she won’t have much time.”
The words hollowed me out. I had planned to have the vial examined thoroughly—tested by my scientists, studied by werecreature medical professionals, dissected until I knew exactly what it contained. But now, time had been stolen from me.
I stared at Maryelle’s pale face, her lips parted, her breath shallow. My chest constricted. I had no choice. I had to take Lucian’s word that what was in the vial would save her.
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