Chapter 108: We need to make the temperature freezing
Kian stood over Isabella, eyes narrowing as his hands hovered above her. His usual coldness had melted into raw focus, energy swirling between his fingers. The room was thick with tension—every breath a heavy weight. He muttered under his breath, eyes scanning Isabella’s trembling form, desperate for answers.
Ophelia, Shelia, and Luca were pressed into the corner, watching like coiled springs, unable to look away. Shelia bit her lip, eyes darting from Kian to Isabella. Ophelia’s fingers gripped her hands so tight, her knuckles were white. Luca was on edge, his composure cracking as he leaned forward, almost on the verge of saying something.
The minutes dragged, unbearable. Kian’s brow furrowed deeper as magic flared around Isabella like a storm. No poison. No curse. Nothing.
"What in the world is going on?" Kian muttered, frustration thick in his voice. He turned to the others, voice hard. "There’s no magic. No poison. Nothing."
The room held its breath. Shelia, quick to speak, finally broke the silence. "Then what’s wrong with her?"
Luca stepped closer to Isabella’s bedside, voice quiet but filled with urgency. "She’s in pain. Why can’t she wake up?"
Ophelia’s voice barely reached them. "Will she be okay?"
Kian didn’t answer, eyes still glued to Isabella. His hands moved in a desperate dance, pulling at the magic surrounding her, trying to peel back whatever hidden force was keeping her down. But the more he searched, the less he understood.
And then, a pulse.