JAIME’S POV
The air feels thick with tension. I stand next to Carissa, watching her, watching every subtle movement, every breath, as she prepares for the ritual. My eyes trace the line of her jaw, the slight furrow between her brows. Her energy strong but I can feel the strain, the pressure of what’s coming. It makes my chest tighten. I can’t help but feel a little worried for her. We don’t know what the outcome of this ritual will be.
Kaine’s presence beside us doesn’t help. His protective stance is just like mine and his eyes never leave Carissa. His body is on edge, ready to spring into action if need be. The bond between the three of us feels…fragile today. We’ve never been this close to losing Carissa. To losing her. Well, apart from the time she died.
There’s so much at stake,
