SERAPHINA’S POV

Time blurs.

He's there on the floor, motionless, and I'm here in a stunned state of dread. His chest—barely rising. My hands want to pound, want to shock him back to life.

Wake up. Please, wake up.

Fear crawls through me. The temptation to shake him, to scream, gnaws at my sanity. But what if it makes it worse? What if the invisible thread holding him here snaps?

What if it’s already to late? How do I begin to get him out of here? Do I leave his body and run to get ...