ROWAN
The next few minutes stretched and blurred at the same time. Sound came in sharp pieces. The steady hum of machines. The clipped rhythm of voices.
The soft scrape of metal and glass. Dr. Evelyn moved with focus, her hands sure as she checked Karin again and again, watching her breathing, her pulse, the faint glow under her skin. Another monitor tracked the baby. Every number mattered.
“Her body is pushing against something,” Evelyn said after a moment. She did not rush her words. “There’s a presence in her bloodstream that shouldn’t be there.”
“Poison?” I asked. The word tasted bitter.
“Not in the usual sense,” she said. “This is magical. Very precise. It was made to disrupt Luna-born power and confuse the body’s natural balance.”
The meaning landed hard and stayed there. Iso
