Davina's POV

I couldn’t breathe—not without feeling like I was about to shatter.

My heartbeat had become physically painful as it thrummed against my chest. It hurt even when I swallowed.

“Get a hold of yourself, Davina!” I hissed under my breath.

But now that the panic had taken hold, it wasn’t as easy to push off. I had spent the last few minutes in the broom closet opposite the den where Diego, Santo, and Elena had just been arguing.

I’d had to take cover when Santo left the ...