Alisha rushed towards Jack, her breath hitching as she dropped to her knees beside him. She gently cradled his head in her lap, her fingers trembling as she wiped away the sweat streaming down his face. His body was completely soaked, his breaths shallow and labored.
"What's going on? What's happening to Big Brother?" Missy cried, her small frame shaking as she tugged at Alisha's sleeve. The fear in her voice struck a painful chord, one that Alisha couldn't ignore.
Alisha glanced at Jack's pale, drawn face, unable to give an answer. Her lips parted, but no words came. What could she say? She didn't know. She didn't even know why she cared so much.
'What's happening to me? This boy... he is the lord of the dead, the very lord of demons I swore to vanquish. Then why does seeing him like this twist my heart so?' Her thoughts spiraled, battling the emotions she'd buried since their first encounter.
