"Ryvarn? Are you okay?"
The words left my lips, soft and uncertain. He had been lying next to me, peaceful, calm. But then his breathing changed. It turned ragged, uneven. Now his back was to me, and his whole body trembled.
"I'm fine," he said, forcing a smile. "Just a little hot."
His voice sounded strained. His skin was already glowing faintly, more than it should have. He tried to shift, to roll back toward me, but stopped halfway like something inside him snapped.
He groaned quietly, pressing his hand against his chest.
"You're not fine. Ryvarn, talk to me."
He opened his mouth, probably to reassure me again, but instead, he let out a low growl. It came from deep in his chest, and it wasn’t controlled.
I sat up fast. His glow intensified, veins of gold streaking across his back
