E's POV
I sat slumped in one of the chairs near the window, staring at nothing. The air in the room felt thick, to the point where it was starting to suffocate me, and my whole body burned, not in a normal way but in the way fire burns inside a furnace when it's about to overflow. Every breath felt heavy and hot, and my skin prickled as if the flames under it wanted to break free.
It had been days. Days of sitting in the same room, waiting, hoping, and trying not to think about what was happening to Seraphina. Waiting for my father to bring her here, and waiting for a miracle.
I didn't like to admit it, not even to myself, but fear had started to creep in. Fear that even if they brought Seraphina here, I wouldn't be able to help her. Fear that by the time she arrived, it would already be too late, and fear that I wouldn't even be alive when she did.
