Chapter 179

Clay’s POV

Flsa arrived, looking exhausted, a crystal glinting in her hand. She gently placed it around Sarlett’s neck, han gaze shadowed with worry. Scarlets had been under for six hours now, and we’d taken turns keeping her body warm, hoping it would help her pull through. My only that was how the’d react when the woke up to find herself here.

“So, what’s happening to her?” Lucian asked, desperation etched into his voice, echoing all of our fears.

Elsa glanced at Scarlett, then back at us, her face filled with resignation. “She’s having a vision. Her magic is keeping her under, making sure she sees whatever it is the universe wants her to see.” She shook her head, clearly frustrated by the limits of her own power.

“There’s only so much I can do. Her magic is powerful-ancient, even. This isn’t something spells or crystals can break. It has to run its course.

Her words made sense, but they didn’t ease the ache in my chest. I wanted so desperately to pull Scarlett out of whatever dark place she was trapped in.

“What about her temperature?” I asked, unable to shake the worry. Her skin had remained far too cold, and it seemed unnatural, even for her condition.