Chapter 1130 Meant To Be

Fallon
Zayn and I stand side by side in a snug hallway in the quiet upper levels of the royal clinic attached to the palace. He hasn’t seen his mother yet, not since he left Moonrise weeks ago. I grip his hand, softly stroking his palm with my thumb in silent solidarity, but I can feel his thrumming, nervous energy through the bond.
Grandma Kenna is talking in low tones to Magnus just a few feet away. The prognosis is grim. Going through the veil with nothing to protect her clouded her mind, shredding her consciousness into pieces Grandma isn’t sure can ever be knitted back together.