Heather’s POV

My eyes darted around frantically, my breath hitching as panic clawed at my chest. Kayden’s body lay still, unconscious before me.

My hands trembled. Calling Stella and Damon was out of the question—they’d know. Stella would figure it out immediately—that I’d given him the potion. The one Janice had handed to me in secrecy.

I knelt beside him, my voice barely a whisper as I muttered to myself, “Think, Heather… think.” My pacing filled the deafening ...