Seraphine's POV
Theodore straightened up after gently placing Dalia in her cradle. A weary smile crossed his features as he gazed down at our daughter, but the expression vanished in an instant. His eyes grew wide with shock, his entire body going rigid as if struck by an invisible force. A sharp gasp escaped his lips.
"Theodore?" Confusion flooded through me. For days now, his complexion had grown increasingly pale. I reached out through our mate bond, searching for answers, but found only emptiness. "Theodore, what's wrong?"
No response came. His eyes became vacant, staring at nothing. Then his legs gave out, sending him crashing to one knee. His palm pressed hard against his chest. Before I could process what was happening, he crumpled completely, his body hitting the floor with a sickening thud. Violent tremors wracked his frame.
