SANDRA'S POV.I waited.That was the worst part, not the fear, not the guilt, not even the blood pounding in my ears, but the waiting. Time stretched like a cruel thing, elastic and merciless, snapping back just to remind me it still has power over me.Rowan did not move.The substance burned where it had soaked into his skin, leaving faint silver lines along his legs, like frost kissing flesh. His lips were parted slightly now, breath shallow, uneven."Don't you dare," I muttered, kneeling beside him again. My fingers hovered over his chest, not quite touching. "You don't get to die here. Not in my chamber. Not after everything."I pressed my palm to his sternum.For a second, just one. I felt nothing.Then his body arched violently.Rowan gasped, a harsh, tearing sound, as if air itself had stabbed way back into his lungs. His back lifted off the floor, fingers clawing at nothing, eyes snapping open."Rowan," I said sharply. "Rowan, listen to me. Let it not be that you're pranking m
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