Nyx's Pov

The room was silent except for the faint sound of Caspian’s breathing and the beeping sound of the monitor that told me he was alive.

My fingers brushed his face again and again, as if I could pull him back with just a touch. His skin was cold, pale, too still. My tears fell freely, sliding down my cheeks and onto his chest.

“Caspian…” I whispered. “I’m here. It’s me. Nyx.”

I pressed my forehead against his. “I don’t know if you can hear me, but I’m ...