Tristan's POV The moment Elona crumpled to the floor, time stuttered. My heart lurched, chest tightening as I lunged forward, just barely catching her before she hit the cold tiles. Her body went limp in my arms, fragile and light... too light. Her skin was clammy, her breathing shallow and uneven, her lips were pale. “Elona,” I whispered urgently, brushing a hand against her cheek. “Elona, wake up,” no response. My panic surged, raw and animalistic. I didn’t wait. I scooped her up into my arms, bolting out the front door, kicking it shut behind me. The porch light cast a pale glow across the driveway, but I barely registered it. All I saw was her. She was too still and too quiet.She didn’t weigh much, but the dread anch
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