Erick's POV

Deborah went limp in Erick's arms, her head falling against his chest. "Deborah." His voice broke. He gently put them both on the ground, holding her close as he felt for her pulse at her throat. It was still beating, strong and steady.

But her eyes stayed closed, her face pale in the moonlight. When he reached out through their connection, he felt only space, like her mind wasn't there.

Her lunar mark on her collarbone glowed silver, so bright he had to squint. The air around ...