Rising on his elbow, earning an oomph from Tristan under him, and pushing Riley over with a grunt, Brady lunged to his feet. Stumbling in his haste, he crawled the rest of the way and cupped her face. Her eyes were closed, lashes shadowing her cheeks. She was so still, so quiet, another sob ripped from his chest.

"Kaida?" Nothing. "Kaida, sweetheart. Please, God."

A deep inhale expanded her chest, and her lids lifted. Her eyes darted everywhere at once before blessedly ...