KIERAN’S POV
Fear chilled my spine deeper than the rain as I carried Sera, every effortless step a reminder of how limp she was in my arms.
Her head lolled listlessly against my chest as I ran, but the rest of her body was still—unnervingly so.
Despite the chill in the air, she was burning up, and she’d never looked more fragile in that moment.
I wondered if, even through her fog of unconsciousness, she could hear my heart hammering, panic pumping ice through my veins.
No. Nononono.
This—whatever the fuck this was—couldn’t be happening.
One moment, I’d been comforting her. For the first time in almost forever, her guard had dropped around me. The next…this.
‘Please,’ I panted desperately, ‘just hold on.’
Terror propelled me faster than I’d ever run in my life, Ashar’s strength surging through me like borrowed fire.
In no time, I stumbled onto my porch and kicked open the front doors of the Alpha residence, water splattering across marble.
