MIAS POV

The moment I stepped into the room, a thick, suffocating scent of herbs and something far more sinister clung to the air. My father lay motionless, his skin pale, his breathing shallow. A sharp pang of fear sliced through my chest.

No. Not him too.

Lucas rushed to his side, his hands trembling slightly as he checked his pulse. His eyes flicked to mine, a silent confirmation passing between us.

Keith.

I clenched ...