Olivia's POV
It had been two long days since I started the ritual. Every morning, I cut my palm and let one drop of my blood fall into Lennox's mouth, just like the witch told me to. She said my blood would help him find his way back—that it carried the last bit of our broken bond. But nothing had changed yet. Lennox still lay there, quiet and pale. His chest moved slowly, but he didn't wake.
I sat beside him, holding his hand. My heart hurt, but I refused to give up. "Please," I whispered, tears running down my face. "Moon Goddess, please help him. Let him come back to me. I'll give anything."
Behind me, I heard footsteps—Levi and Louis. They had stopped trying to talk me out of it. Now they only watched from the corner, their faces full of worry. I didn't turn around. I just kept my eyes on Lennox.
"You once told me you'd always find your way back to me," I said softly, brushing my hand across his face. "So do it, Lennox. Find your way home."
