Chapter 135

Caleb POV

Kaia lay unconscious beside me, her breathing shallow, her skin too pale against the white sheets. The healer had done everything she could—herbs, chants, sigils carved into the floor—but the curse wasn’t something medicine could simply fix.

It was alive.

And it was angry.

I sat at the edge of the bed, one hand wrapped tightly around Kaia’s, as if letting go might pull her farther away from me. Every rise of her chest felt like a fragile promise the world ...