Chapter 168

*Lyra*

I didn’t let go of Mila until Roxanne physically pried my fingers away. Even then, I hovered, my eyes locked on her tiny chest as it rose and fell in shallow breaths. Nolan sat beside her, curled up close, his little hand resting against her arm as if to keep her anchored.

“She’s stable,” Roxanne said softly, wiping sweat from her brow. “But she needs rest. Both of them do.”

I didn’t move a