Valentina gasped softly, her eyes squeezing shut as her hand instinctively shot up to her temple.
It came fast and heavy—like a bell being struck from deep within her head. For a moment, everything around her felt like it tilted, pulsing, blurring at the edges.
Raymond straightened instantly, his eyes narrowing.
"Valentina?" he called, stepping toward her.
But just as quickly as it came, the pain faded. The pounding stopped. Her breath steadied.
She opened her eyes slowly, blinking away the haze. It was gone. Completely.
Raymond was now right in front of her, his voice edged with concern.
"What was that?" he asked, his tone still calm, but his eyes darkened with alertness. "Are you alright? What's going on with you?"
