The moment I stepped into Seraphina's hospital room, my heart nearly stopped. My sister—my beautiful, fierce, powerful sister—lay motionless among a tangle of tubes and wires, her skin nearly as pale as the sheets beneath her. The steady beeping of monitors provided the only reassurance that she was still with us.
"Thank you for coming so quickly," Kaelen said, his voice rough with exhaustion and worry. His intimidating presence was diminished by the dark circles under his eyes and the slump of his shoulders. He looked like a man barely holding himself together.
"What happened?" I asked, crossing to Seraphina's bedside. "Your call was so cryptic."
Kaelen ran a hand through his disheveled hair. "She connected with me and Rhys in a dream-walk, but coming back..." He swallowed hard. "Her spirit is willing, but her body is too weak."
I took Seraphina's limp hand in mine. It was cool to the touch, nothing like her usual warmth. "And you think I can help?"
