Chapter 388

Cassia was struggling to breathe through the intense pain. ‘I can't… Calix… I'm unable to breathe or move.

For a moment, when Cassia pushed weakly at Calix’s chest, he thought she was still fighting him. He looked down. She was pasty. The same color as the previous night at the restaurant. Panic slammed into his body, even as he tried to rationalize what could be causing the same reaction.

He lifted her up into his arms and strode through the house, an unbidden and constricting fear making him feel uncoordinated. He bellowed for Thea, and when she appeared at the top of the stairs, he instructed her to call the doctor.

After Cassia had thrown up, he brought her over to the bed and sat there, cradling her in his lap, until the intense, violent shaking calmed somewhat, until the storm had passed and she could breathe again. She was so limp that he felt a shard of ice slice through his chest. He was about to shout for Thea again when the doctor appeared at the door. The relief he felt wa