Chapter 87

• A flicker of relief danced across Reagan's face, "Thank you," he murmured, "Now, tell me everything." A sweet, assuring smile formed on his lips.
• Her voice, hoarse from exhaustion and unspoken fear, poured out the events of the early hours. She expressed her worry about Reyana's state of unconsciousness.
• "I am trying to be brave and to stay positive, Reagan, but I am afraid. She's been in this state for four days now. What if she doesn't come out of it?" A single tear traced a path down her cheek, but she quickly brushed it away.