Claire’s POV
The Infirmary was quiet now, but it was a scary kind of quiet.
The double doors were closed tight again. Inside that room, my husband Noah and his twin sister Selena were lying on two white beds side by side.
The ritual was done. Their lifelines were officially tied together, Noah was stable, and the poison had stopped eating his organs.
But hasn't opened his eyes yet. He was still deep asleep, floating somewhere between life and death.
I sat on a long, cold bench in the corner of the empty hallway. The night was moving very slowly, turning into the early hours of the morning.
I pulled my knees tight against my chest, wrapping my arms around my legs. My whole body was shivering, not because the cold, but because of the suffocating fear.
I was still terrified. What if
