The healer's words hung in the air like a noose. Suicide? Seraphina had tried to kill herself?
My chest constricted painfully as I stared at her motionless form on the bed. Her skin was frighteningly pale, her breathing shallow. Too shallow.
"Tell me you can save her," I demanded, my voice rough with emotions I refused to name.
The healer met my eyes steadily. "I need to prepare an antidote immediately. Moonshade Blossom works slowly, but once it reaches the heart..." She didn't need to finish.
"Make it," I ordered. "Now."
She nodded sharply. "I'll need my assistant to gather additional supplies from my quarters."
Orion immediately stepped forward. "I'll escort her back. We'll hurry."
As they rushed from the room, I turned back to Seraphina. Something about this didn't make sense. Suicide? The Seraphina I knew—even the broken, defeated version of her I'd created—wasn't the type to give up. To end her own life.
