Roxy didn't wait for Kaelen, Zarek, or Torian to answer. She violently threw the thick dire-wolf pelts aside, swinging her bare legs over the edge of the mattress to rush out of the bed.
But the absolute second her feet touched the wooden floorboards, the room violently tilted.
A massive, overwhelming wave of dizziness slammed into her skull. The world spun in a sickening, chaotic blur of dark mahogany and winter sunlight. A sharp, acidic surge of nausea rose in her throat, her weakened body violently protesting the sudden movement. Her knees buckled beneath her.
Before she could hit the floor, a pair of small, glowing hands pressed firmly against her shoulders, pushing her gently but insistently back onto the mattress.
"Mother, stop. You cannot stand," a soft, urgent voice commanded.
Roxy blinked, her vision slowly swimming back into focus. Iris was standing right beside the bed. The young illusionist's violet eyes were filled with a fierce, protective worry.
