Damon slammed the brakes on the transformation, his body jerking as the change reversed. He grabbed his clothes, fingers fumbling with urgency, and swept Quinn into his arms.
Her head lolled against his shoulder, lifeless and pale, and his heart hammered against his ribs so hard it hurt as he ran. "She fainted," he choked out the second he saw Seraphine, his voice cracking under the weight of pure terror.
Seraphine's face softened with quiet reassurance that eased a fraction of his panic. "It's alright. Most likely the shock."
The moment her fingertips grazed Quinn's skin, Quinn gasped awake, her eyes flying open, wild and unfocused. "Damon, I had a nightmare."
A ragged breath tore from Damon's throat. He cupped her face, forcing gentleness into his voice when everything inside him screamed with fear of losing her. "It wasn't a nightmare, Quinn."
