Chapter 40

• Finally managing to position himself next to her, he gathered her into his arms, feeling the warmth of her blood against his skin. Sweat dripped down his forehead, a mix of fear and physical strain, but all he could focus on was Sylvia.
• “Sylvia?” he whispered, desperate for a response. Her skin was cold, and her breathing was shallow.
• “Am I in heaven?” she murmured, her voice faint. “Why am I hearing Stephan’s voice too?”