Elion's heart pounded violently against his ribs as he carried Raelynn in his arms. Her head rested limply against his chest, her shallow breaths warm against his skin. Panic flickered in his silver eyes, but he forced himself to keep steady. He couldn't let fear control him—not now. His footsteps echoed through the dimly lit bedroom as he laid her gently on the bed.
Raelynn's face was pale, glistening with sweat. Her delicate hands clutched her stomach, knuckles white as another wave of pain passed through her. A faint whimper escaped her lips, stabbing straight through Elion's chest.
"Sloane!" His deep voice was sharp, filled with desperation.
