Levi's POV
Olivia was drifting again, her eyes glassy, her mind somewhere far away. Every few seconds, I had to reach out and tap her cheek gently, trying to pull her back.
"Hey," I whispered, brushing my thumb over her face. "Stay with me, okay?"
She blinked slowly, her gaze unfocused, then turned to me with tears pooling in her eyes. For a heartbeat, she seemed to see me, and then she faded again, lost in whatever storm was raging inside her.
"Hey… back," I said again, this time more firmly. I pulled her against me, guiding her head to my chest. Her body felt so small, so fragile in my arms. I could feel her silent sobs, the way she shook, the way her fingers clutched weakly at my shirt.
Each shudder tore through me.
I was breaking too.
My other half, my brother, lay on the edge of death, and every instinct in me screamed to fall apart. But I couldn't. Not now. Not when she needed me to be her anchor.
