Worried Leo might be paralyzed, Zhane began a physical response check. "Prepare for a full neurological assessment!" he barked, voice tight and cracking, betraying the panic clawing at his throat.
His body trembled. He couldn't forget the explosion, couldn't stop picturing Hera engulfed in that fire. He desperately wanted to rush to her side, to know she was alive, but a dark fear twisted inside him, whispering, 'What if she's gone?'
He was spiraling into dread and heartbreak, and he wasn't alone.
Back in Paris, Xavier fought to break free from the people holding him back. He screamed and thrashed, trying to get to the burning wreck, but the flames were too strong, and the smoke too thick. Every second felt like a lifetime, each breath laced with fear that he might have just lost her forever.
