MORIA
"Breathe Laurel…breathe."
I am looking into her eyes as I say the words.
"Breathe…"
I can sense Tristen above me, watching. Can hear the sound of Grace's deep, dreamless breaths on the other end of the room where Callum is using his powers to hold her under.
"Breathe…"
The floor is frigid wood under my feet and beneath my hand her knee is bony, hard and trembling.
I watch the tears roll down her red cheeks and resit the urge to wipe them away.
Her eyes are sea green.
The color of an algae filled ocean brimming with life except it isn't calm.
It's a sea at storm, violent waves crashing into the shore.
I feel cold, the hair on the back of my neck beginning to stand on end.
Alone, afraid…angry. So very angry.
No…not me…her.
These are her feelings.
There are others too, fe
