Fiona’s POV.
I rush over to Nino’s side as he heaves in air greedily, I could feel him trembling, I could hear him fighting to take in air, I could feel the tension in his shoulders and how much he was trying not to collapse into nothing before me.
My heart shatters, over and over again as I watched him just kneel in the grass on all fours, struggling for air and his own sanity, it made me hate those witches a little more.
“Nino,” I whisper and wrap my arms around his middle hoping it would steady him. He jolts at my touch at first and then when I’m about to retreat he grabs me quickly, he buries his face in the crook of my neck and holds me so tightly against him that I’m not sure where he ends and I begin. I hug back just as tightly, enjoying the sensations that trail around my entire
