Silence. He didn't move or stir from her shaking. Mia's brow furrowed. She sat on her knees and used her strength to pull him so he was lying on his back, but Mia froze at what she saw. Color drained from her face, and her palm grasped against her mouth.
Mia gasped, trying to hold back her scream and the nausea rising in her throat. She couldn't believe her eyes at first. With shaky hands and tears blurring her vision, she called his name and shook his shoulder again, but to no avail—Zephyr remained stiff as a frozen piece of meat. His eyes were wide open, and his lips had turned completely dark. His face were as pale as a sheet. There was no sign of breath in him, nor was there a heartbeat.
