Damon’s POVThe light vanished so fast it felt ripped away. One second the ritual circle was burning white, the next it was nothing but cold air and the sharp echo of Ivy’s scream fading into silence.I hit the ground beside her before anyone else could move.“Ivy,” I whispered, pulling her into my arms. Her skin was ice. Her lashes didn’t flutter. Her chest barely moved.“No, no, no, stay with me,” I pleaded, shaking.Gemma stumbled back, shielding her eyes. Kara dropped to her knees beside Lyra’s, no, Seren’s empty place in the circle. Sera pressed a hand over her own mouth, choking on panic.But all I saw was Ivy. My mate. My life. My entire damn world is barely breathing.“Damon,” Gemma said softly, but she sounded miles away.“Don’t touch me,” I growled, holding Ivy tighter. “Don’t take her from me.”The ritual markings on her wrists faded into faint silver scars. Her pulse flickered under my thumb, too weak, too thin, like a thread stretched past breaking.“She gave part of her
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