"What's wrong with her?" Jace asked, his voice sharp with panic. His body had regained strength, but the sight of Serai limp in his arms twisted his chest.
He carried her carefully, laying her down where he had been resting moments before.
[What do you think? She's exhausted,] Zin answered dryly.
"I know that," Jace snapped. His hands hovered over her glowing skin, unsure what to do.
[Her energy is depleted. Remember what I told you, her race is water-dependent. Food or air won't matter. If she doesn't absorb water soon, her body won't recover.]
Jace cursed under his breath. He didn't waste time.
Sprinting down the hall, he burst into the bathroom and twisted the knobs, letting cold water roar into the bathtub.
Steam fogged the mirror as he shoved the plug in, forcing the tub to fill.
He dashed back to the living room, scooping Serai into his arms again.
Her body felt strangely lighter, as if her glow had dimmed not just from her skin but from her very weight.
