(Rowan's POV)I'd grown accustomed to the cadence of her breathing next to me once more, a soft, steady beat that reminded me of the ways in which we'd made it through another night, another fight, another attempt on the part of the world to destroy us.But this morning, the cadence was off. Shallow. Unstable.My neck hair bristled before I was even able to open my eyes.When I did, Calla lay on her side, her silver hair plastered to her wet face, her complexion pale as ice. The image stole the breath from my body."Calla?" My voice cracked like dry wood. I leaned forward, sitting up hastily, my hand flying out to her forehead. Warm and wet like fire on ice.Her eyelashes fluttered but didn't lift. "Just tired," she whispered, so softly I could barely hear.Tired. My belly tied itself into knots. This was not tired. This was something eating away at her inside out.No, I growled, more to myself than to her. "No, no, no."I swept her up before I could consider it a mistake, her body ab
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