The room felt like it was holding its breath. Daisy slumped against Christian, her body trembling with exhaustion as the Moon’s Tear dimmed against her chest. Its warmth, once comforting, now felt like a weight pressing her down. Christian’s arm tightened around her, his presence anchoring her as the mate bond hummed faintly between them, steadying her racing heart.
“She’s pushed herself too far,” Magda said, her voice sharp with concern as she stepped back from Marylou’s bed to examine Daisy. “Her connection to the Tear is overwhelming her body. If she continues like this, it could kill her.”
Christian’s jaw tightened, his frustration barely held in check. “Then what do we do?”
“She needs rest,” Magda said, her tone brooking no argument. “Her body isn’t ready for the Tear’s full power.
