Sebastian didn't speak at first. He just stood there with his back to us. One hand braced against the closed bedroom door, shoulders rising and falling in a slow, volatile rhythm.
Then, without turning, he finally admitted quietly, "She's still human."
Ravić exhaled harshly, the sound ripping through the tension like a blade. I could feel my knees weakening with relief.
"But she reacted...badly," he added, his voice cracking at the edges.
He finally turned toward us. His eyes weren't the sharp red he always wore like armor. They were dimmer, a little bit more gray, like it was bruised with something that looked like fear.
"What do you mean, 'badly'?" I asked, stepping forward before Ravić could. "Sebastian, what happened? Why is she still unconscious?"
