~Annalyn POV~
When I opened my eyes again, there was no light only the heavy silence of my own heartbeat. Then… nothing, my body gave up completely, I fainted.
But even in that blackness, I thought I heard voices, rushing footsteps and hands on my arms.
"Annalyn! Hey... wake up!" Matteo's tone cracked, desperate.
"Don't you dare leave us," Celix's voice carried its usual command, but I swore I heard a tremor beneath it.
Lucas's shadow lingered closest, his hand cupping my cheek with a rare tenderness. "You'll be fine, you have to be."
And somewhere, behind all of that, Camila's mocking laugh slid through like poison. "What a dramatic queen," she whispered.
I wanted to scream at her, to claw her face, but my eyelids refused to move.
