HAZEL'S POV:“Jordan… please.” I whispered again, my palms cupping his face, thumbs brushing his cheeks, desperate for a reaction. His skin was warm but clammy, and his lashes didn’t even flutter. “Wake up, dammit.”I could feel my eyes sting as that ridiculous lump sat in my throat like a stone. I wanted to shake him, scream, or disappear. Anything but this helpless, terrifying in-between where I couldn’t tell if he was slipping away or just sleeping off the chaos.And then… the wind shifted.Several scents hit me at once and my spine straightened instinctively as I turned my head toward the path leading to the garden. I could hear pounding footsteps and low murmurs.I looked down at Jordan. “Please, don’t make me explain this alone.” I muttered under my breath.Seconds later, Xavier, Lucas, Amanda, and Logan appeared with a handful of guests trailing them like nosy shadows. Their eyes fell on me, then on Jordan and just like that, I became the center of the wrong kind of attention.
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