Now, as he looked at Kaya, her eyes fluttering shut again, her body growing heavier with exhaustion, Veer felt his fear clawing deeper into him. She was slipping further and further away, and he had no idea how to stop it.
Then suddenly—he remembered. The Monkey Tribe.
His mind flashed back to their healer, to the way he had spoken to Kaya, to the pallor that had washed over her face when she heard his words. A gamble, yes… a reckless one. But what choice did he have?
Veer tightened his arms around her limp body, pulling her close, his heart pounding in his chest. "Kaya…" His voice broke, almost a whisper. "Hold on. Please, hold on."
Her lashes didn't even flicker. She had already slipped into unconsciousness.
