Betty's POV.

White strands continued to spread through my hair like blooming frost, each second making me feel less like myself and more like something else.

My pulse fluttered, and Damien noticed.

He stepped closer, his voice soft but firm. “You should rest, Betty. You’ve done enough for today. Let your body catch up.”

I wanted to argue, but exhaustion pulled at my bones. So I just nodded.

Claire rushed to my side immediately, her worry written all over her face. “Come on. ...