Natalie ~
The room was still electric from Fox's last words, thick with tension and warnings that slithered under my skin like ice water.
But I turned away from it all—from the ominous threat of the soul sucker stone, from Fox's piercing stare, the kind that made you feel like he was peeling back your layers with a glance. Whatever had stopped that soul-sucking stone could wait—Griffin was what mattered right now.
His head still rested against my shoulder, fragile and quiet like something that could shatter if I moved too fast. But for the first time since he stumbled out into the dining room, there was a hint of life returning. The ghostly pallor in his face was fading ever so slightly, replaced with the faintest flush of warmth. His breaths were even. No more shaking. No more gasping like he was clawing his way out of a nightmare. No more coughing. He was still here.
Alive.
