*~Hazel's POV~*
Cyrius and Caspian had fallen to the floor.
My heart thundered in my chest. What's happening? What has Dahlia done to them?
I almost rushed to them—but for what? I had no idea what kind of magic had taken them down. Then I saw her, the witch holding my babies stumble, her grip loosening.
I didn't hesitate.
I darted forward and snatched my babies from her arms just as she crumpled beside me. My arms wrapped tightly around them. Their warmth grounded me for a moment.
I looked up to see Dahlia rising from her seat.
So did the Crescents. All of them. In eerie synchronization. Their eyes were glowing, danger evident in them all.
They started walking toward me.
I backed away fast, breath shallow, eyes darting around for any escape—but my back slammed into the wall.
No. No, no, no. There was nowhere else to go. I was cornered.
Panic crawled up my throat. What do I do? Oh God. I'm in trouble. I'm in so much trouble.
"Cyrius! Caspian! Wake up!" I screamed.
