Chapter 85 Eighty-five

• I leave Eveline's room after checking her pulse one more time. Still steady. Still unconscious.
• The hallway stretches long and sterile ahead of me, fluorescent lights buzzing overhead. I head toward Ekaterina's room at the far end—not to check on her recovery this time, but because I need answers about something that should be impossible.
• It's been a week since Ekaterina pulled the fire from Eveline's body. A week of watching my mate lie motionless in that hospital bed, her chest rising and falling with mechanical regularity while the rest of her remains somewhere I can't reach. The doctors keep running tests, checking vitals, adjusting IV drips. They don't know why she won't wake up.