KYRAN
The air in the room was foggy with the scent of sweat, fear, and distress. I lunged, my heart pounding against my chest with a strange, anxious feeling. Liana was suffering, tossing and tussling in the sheets. Without wasting a second, I rushed over to her.
When I pulled Liana into my arms, she felt like a furnace. Her skin was searing, slick with the kind of sweat that told me her soul was being shredded from the inside out. I locked her legs between mine and wrapped my arms around her with a grip I vowed would never break.
She was drowning in a dream I couldn't see.
“Liana,” I rasped, my voice had a desperation I rarely allowed myself to feel.
She didn't hear me. Her eyes were squeezed shut, her features twisted in a mask of agony. This wasn’t a fever, this was a war. For a we
