Kieran's POV
I ordered my men to search every public cemetery in the city for freshly dug graves. Finally, we found traces at one of the older cemeteries.
The light drizzle made everything slippery as I dug through the wet soil with a shovel. Each shovelful felt heavier than the last. My chest tightened with each passing second. What if we were too late? What if Emily was already gone?
Ronan stirred restlessly in my mind. "Kieran, hurry. I can sense her life force, but it's weak."
I continued digging until I found a casket. My eyes widened when I opened it and saw Emily inside. She was pale and unconscious. No! Kyra would hate me more! She would never forgive me if Emily died.
I lifted Emily and laid her on the grass. I leaned down and listened to her heartbeat. I cursed out loud and started giving her CPR.
"Emily! Emily, open your damn eyes!" I said, gritting my teeth before giving her air through her mouth. I did it repeatedly until I heard her coughing and gasping for air.
