Shattered Magic

RONAN’S POV

I stayed by Carmilla's side, watching her pale skin grow even more ashen. The color was draining from her face like water from a broken glass. Her breathing was shallow, barely there. Something was seriously wrong.

The front door slammed open and Celia rushed in, her boots clicking against the hardwood floor. She carried a worn leather bag that looked like it had seen decades of use. H