KIERAN’S POV
Fear chilled my spine deeper than the rain as I carried Sera, every effortless step a reminder of how limp she was in my arms.
Her head lolled listlessly against my chest as I ran, but the rest of her body was still—unnervingly so.
Despite the chill in the air, she was burning up, and she’d never looked more fragile in that moment.
I wondered if, even through her fog of unconsciousness, she could hear my heart hammering, panic pumping ice through my veins.
No. Nononono.
This—whatever the f**k this was—couldn’t be happening.
One moment, I’d been comforting her. For the first time in almost forever, her guard had dropped around me. The next…this.
‘Please,’ I panted desperately, ‘just hold on.’
Terror propelled me faster than I’d ever run in my life,
