Elara“No… no, no, no—”My hands trembled over Lior’s tiny chest, my breath coming too fast, too sharp. I tried the spell again softer this time, then stronger, then much stronger but nothing changed.No flutter. No cry. He lay still in Elysia's hands. I could only tell he was alive because of how deeply his small chest rose and fell.“He should be waking up,” I whispered again, panic rising like a tide I couldn’t stop. “He should—Draven, he should be waking up…”“He’s breathing,” Draven said, though his voice carried something strained, something tight. “So, he’s alive.”“But he’s not waking!” I snapped. My eyes danced with fear as I looked at him desperately. “This isn’t normal. A sleep spell this deep—if it lingers too long, it could—”It could kill him but I couldn’t say it. I wouldn’t say it because it would feel too real. Fear clawed up my throat. “Isn’t there any way we can break the spell?" Elysia asked. “My mother,” I said quickly, pushing to my feet. “She’ll—She’ll know w
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