Kessler’s POV

I wanted to protest with the doctor when he said I shouldn't come in with the medical team, but the firm grip and the pleading eyes of Zach stopped me. My heart races as I struggle against the urge to demand answers, but Zach's grasp tightens, his eyes mirroring my fear.

At this point, I am hoping against hope for all this back and forth to just come to an end. I am drained of emotions.

I just wish, more than anything, for Lyra to be fine again. Every minute feels like an eternity as we wait for news.

I pray the elixir injected in her shouldn't affect...