Over.
And over.
And over.
She didn’t blink once as she watched it spin.
But her heart did quicken. It raced in time with the revolving implement, and slowed when its tempo eased. Not just once. Every time.
Gideon crouched down to get a better view of her face. In spite of her odd pulse, her breathing remained slow and even, her eyes empty. Her flawless complexion looked sallow in the poor lamplight, with dark shadows along her cheekbones. Unable to resist, he reached out and tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. His fingertips grazed along her jaw, but the familiar jolt of emotion was missing. It always was when she was like this. It was like…she simply wasn’t there, which was far more terrifying than when she’d been physically absent.
“Emma,” he said softly. He waited for a response, an acknowledgement, anything to indicate she’d heard him. He received only silence.