Just as Emira felt the last of her strength slipping away, the warmth draining from her body with every drop of blood she had given, her arms gave out. She slumped forward, her hands catching the floor weakly. The world tilted, her vision blurring at the edges and she tried to slow down her breathing.
She tried to inhale slowly and carefully—anything to keep herself conscious for just a moment longer. She wanted to hold on. She needed to see if Zen's colour had returned. She needed to know if her blood was enough.
Trembling, she placed her hand around Zen's and his steady breathing gave her a momentary relief. At that moment, she looked up to see Lance and Kael rushing towards them.
Her palms trembled against the floor. She could barely lift her head. But even as she watched them run toward her, a cold thought struck her.
Will they think I did this?
