Chapter 21
Orion's gaze sharpened, disbelief washing over him like cold water. "You? You're the one we came for?"
Before he could say another word, before he could take a step toward her or demand why she was out here alone, Sophia's eyes fluttered violently, rolling back until only the whites showed. Her legs gave way, crumpling like a rag doll as she collapsed face-first onto the icy ground.
"By the gods!" Orion swore, dropping next to her in an instant. His hands were firm but gentle, tracing her face, her neck, searching for signs of life. Her skin was burning beneath his touch, hot and damp, a contrast to the frigid air and temperature.
"She's burning up." He muttered to himself as he tried to ensure that she was protected from the harsh weather.
Brynhild settled beside him, her silver eyes steady and sharp despite the daunting sight. They shared a look charged with urgency. Neither wanted to admit how fragile Sophia's condition had become.
