DANE
I sat on the couch, my elbows on my knees, just staring at Sierra.
She was still out. Pale. Still. Like the spell drained not just her magic, but something deeper.
Kane was pacing the living room, again.
“She should’ve woken up by now,” he muttered.
Zane leaned against the wall, arms crossed. “We shouldn’t have let her do it alone.”
“She wasn’t alone,” I said. “We were right there.”
“Didn’t matter,” Kane snapped. “We couldn’t protect her from herself.”
I sighed and rubbed my eyes. “We take turns watching her. One of us at a time. Agreed?”
They both nodded.
“I’ll go first,” Zane said and walked over, pulling up a chair beside her bed.
I stood and walked into the kitchen where Lila sat at the table, hands wrapped around a mug of tea she hadn’t touched.
She looked up at me. Her eyes were red.
“She almost died,” she whispered.
I didn’t lie. “Yeah.”
“I never wanted this,” she said, voice small. “I hate this voice magic. I hate being the reason she got hurt.”
“You’re not the reason.”
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