Silas’s POV**
Hayden went limp in my arms, and I caught her before she could hit the floor. Her body was too light, too still—wrong. I laid her down carefully, my fingers lingering against her pulse point. Too fast. Too thready.
Not good.
"Sareena," I called out, voice sharp. "Wake up. Please. "
Her eyes snapped open, wild and disoriented for a split second before the memories slammed back into place. She bolted upright, hissing as her battered body protested. "Sal—" Her voice was raw. "Hayden—is she—?"
I didn’t answer right away. My jaw locked as I stared down at Hayden’s unconscious form, the rise and fall of her chest too shallow for my liking. "She’s out. Exhaustion, maybe. But..." I dragged a hand through my hair, frustration boiling under my skin. "What is happening t
