XANDER'S POV:
A thick, crushing fog wrapped around my senses, slightly bin linding me. My body felt weightless, adrift in an endless abyss. Muffled voices in the distance, warped and confused. Then suddenly—pain. A deep sting loathed through me, piercing the fog.
Then I jolted up.
Nyx hands firmly held mine, her entire face damp with tears, glistening under the dim moonlight. She looked fazed, but her grip on me was steady as if scared to let me go; I would disappear if she did.
Hazel was kneeling beside me, her hand hovering over my chest, white magic slipping from her fingertips like fragments of light. Her face was pale, and her breaths were wavering, yet her magic surged into me, mending my wound I barely even realized was still there.
I gasped and sat upright, the brisk rush of e
