Sophia’s P.O.V

The stars blurred in my vision again, tiny white explosions against the backdrop of my mind as I forced my eyes to stay open, blinking rapidly, fighting the pull of unconsciousness. My head was spinning, my body screaming in protest, but I refused to give in. Slowly, carefully, I lifted my gaze and found Tristan standing a few feet away, his hand running through his hair in a harsh, frustrated tug.

His mouth was twisted, a deep frown cutting across his face, and ...