Isla Calloway was floating.
Suspended in a space where there was no pain, no fear—just emptiness.
Somewhere in the distance, she could hear a voice—low, rough, familiar.
"Stay with me, Calloway."
The voice pulled her back, anchoring her to the world she was slipping away from.
"Don’t you dare give up on me."
She wanted to answer.
Wanted to tell Lucas that she wasn’t done fighting.
But the darkness was pulling her under, wrapping around her like the cold arms of death itself.
Her body felt weightless, her mind drifting between memory and oblivion.
Then—pain.
A sharp, searing pain in her side, ripping through the numbness.
And suddenly, Isla was falling.
Straight back into reality.
The moment her eyes fluttered open, the world hit her like a sledgehammer.
A steady, rhythmic be
