Olivia's POV
"What's wrong?" I asked anxiously, my voice trembling. The witch stood over Lennox, her wrinkled hands hovering just above his chest, her eyes glowing faintly with that strange golden light again.
He had moved just moments ago, his fingers twitching, his lips whispering my name. For a heartbeat, I thought he was waking up. But then… nothing. He'd gone completely still again.
Now, watching the witch silently examine him, panic clawed at my chest.
"Why isn't he moving anymore?" I asked again, louder this time. "He said my name; he spoke! Why would he go still again?"
The witch didn't answer. Her expression remained unreadable as her fingers traced. I could hear my heart thundering. "Please, talk to me! Is something wrong with him?"
Finally, she exhaled long and tired. "Something is changing," she said quietly.
I blinked. "Changing? What does that mean?"
