#Chapter 244: Answers

LyraPOV

The sterile, cold air of the hospital room seemed to close in on me as I sat beside Kaelen’s bed. The rhythmic beeping of the heart monitor was a constant reminder of how close we had come to losing him.

My hand never left his, my fingers entwined with his in a tight, desperate grip, as if I could hold onto him, keep him tethered to this world by sheer force of will.

Kaelen’s face was pale