ZARA A pulse of magic lifts us instantly into the kitchen. Light floods the room, crisp and bright. It's the only place I can see clearly enough to figure out what shape my mate is in.Thoughts try to wander, but they get shoved aside. None of that matters. Right now, the only thing that matters is making sure Felix is alive and okay. Everything else can wait.The kitchen table isn't meant for this. Hard wood, narrow, uncomfortable. But it's better than the cold, hard floor. Magic carries his weight carefully, slowly, and I set him down across the surface.He doesn't move.Not a twitch. Not a breath that I can see.Skin that usually glows with warmth and color looks pale, almost drained. The red around his mouth is shocking against it, and his chest is streaked in blood. Some of it is dry and crusty, flaky under my touch. Other parts are wet, shiny in the light.It makes my stomach twist.A thought sneaks in before I can stop it. How long was he lying there, out in the Shadow Wood
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