CALLUM
I barely registered her body crumpling to the floor before instinct kicked in.
“Liana!” I shouted, rushing toward her. My heart pounded, but I shoved the panic aside. Her small frame lay limp on the ground, pale and motionless.
“Liana, wake up!” I knelt beside her, gently shaking her shoulders, but there was no response. Her breaths were shallow, her skin cold beneath my hands. A wave of something foreign—fear, maybe—tightened in my chest.
“Callum, what—” Asher’s voice trailed off as he and Reed approached.
“She fainted,” I snapped, cutting me off. “Help me move her.”
I slipped my arms beneath her, lifting her easily into a bridal hold. She felt fragile, too light, like she might break in my grip. Her head lolled against my chest as I stood.
Reed hovered nearby, his usual
