(BLUE'S POV)
I couldn't breathe.
Not really. Vampires don't need air, but right now my chest felt like it had been hollowed out and filled with broken glass. Mason was in my arms, wrapped in the silk sheet I'd torn from Lucian's bed, his small body still shaking like a leaf in a storm. His eyes were squeezed shut, lashes wet with tears that wouldn't stop falling. Every few seconds a broken whimper slipped out of him—"Blue… please…"—and it carved another piece out of me.
I'd been trying for what felt like hours. Ten minutes? Fifteen? Time blurred when your mate was trapped in a nightmare you couldn't reach.
"Mason," I whispered, voice raw, thumb stroking his tear-streaked cheek. "Baby, it's me. You're home. You're safe. Open your eyes for me. Please, look at me."
