Nathan's POV
The moment Hailee collapsed into my arms, the entire throne room seemed to stop breathing.
Her body was limp—too limp. Her skin cold—too cold. Her pulse faint—too faint.
My arms tightened around her instinctively.
"Hailee… Hailee!" I whispered urgently, brushing her hair away from her face. "Open your eyes. Please… look at me."
Nothing.
Her head rolled slightly against my chest, completely unconscious.
Peter ran toward us, panic written across every inch of his face.
"What happened to her?" I shouted in panic.
Peter's eyes widened, fear swallowing his expression.
"That… must have been her gift. But it awakened too fast. Too violently." He pressed a trembling hand to his forehead. "If her power was forced out… then she's in danger. Her mind, her spirit—"
He stopped, staring at her.
At the blood on her dress.
At the weakness in her breaths.
My heart cracked.
I looked down at the woman in my arms—my mate, my soul—and felt something inside me twist painfully.
