"Freezing the room's temperature is the only way to make her better. You cannot force it into her. The way it was taken, it will be given."
Cyrus's voice was calm—too calm—and yet it rang through the air like thunder.
Shelia blinked, completely floored. "That's not an answer, that's a riddle! What the hell does that even mean?!"
"I mean exactly what I said," Cyrus replied, his tone laced with urgency now. "You can't just shove warmth into her body and expect her to recover. Her temperature dropped when her core energy was drained. You push it back in the wrong way, and her body will reject it."
Kian's jaw clenched, eyes narrowing, watching the man with a hunter's stillness. "So what are you saying? That you want to put her in ice and pray it doesn't kill her?"
