(Lyra's POV)
The days following Morgana's ultimatum were a living nightmare. Aiden grew weaker by the hour, his once-vibrant energy reduced to a flickering flame. I sat by his bedside, holding his cold hand, while Asher and Lucian paced at opposite ends of the room, the curse forcing them to keep their distance from each other.
"His temperature's dropping again," I said, my voice hoarse from exhaustion. Both men moved to come closer, but the moment they did, pain ripped through our bond.
"I hate this," Lucian growled, his fists clenched. "I can't even comfort my own son without feeling like I'm being torn apart."
Asher's face was a mask of barely contained rage - whether from the curse or the situation, I couldn't tell anymore. "We have to find something in the archives. There has to be a way to break this curse."
