Awakening Of Nyxilith

The moment Ere's voice cut through the panic—sharp and commanding—it snapped them all into motion. "Put him in the bed!" The little black cat didn't sound cute anymore. She sounded ancient. Powerful. Terrifying.

Tessa was the first to react, her body moving before her mind could catch up.

She reached for Parker, her hands trembling as they brushed against his burning skin. God, he felt like fire. But she couldn't think about that. She couldn't think about how his sweater was charred to his back, or how his breath came out in ragged, shallow gasps like each second was a battle for survival. No. She had to move. She had to help.

"Elena, Naomi—help me. Now!" Tessa's voice cracked, raw with panic, but her hands were steady. Mature. She was used to pressure—hell, she thrived under it—but this wasn't some corporate deal or a stupid fight.

This was Parker, her Parker.