Zane~
Her fingers were cold in mine—too cold. But I held on like my life depended on it. Maybe it did. Letting go wasn't even an option. Not now. Not ever.
She looked like a dream trapped in a nightmare—Natalie. My spark. My storm. My everything. She lay so still, too still, like the world had hit pause on her soul. Her breathing was barely there, like it didn't want to be noticed. It terrified me. Because she was here… but not really. Like a ghost caught between two realities.
The sight of her stillness pressed against my chest until I could barely breathe. My ribs were a cage and my heart was a beast, thrashing behind the bars.
Fox paced the room like a fuse waiting to be lit—his movements sharp, restless. He kept throwing glances my way, eyes tight with warning. Like he was watching a grenade with a pulled pin. He wasn't wrong.
