Chapter 4

The world narrowed to a single point of focus: my daughter's pale, motionless face.

She was so light, so fragile. Her head lolled against my shoulder, her favorite rabbit falling forgotten to the floor. I could feel her shallow breath against my neck, but her body was completely limp.

"I need to get her to a hospital," I said, my voice cutting through the sudden silence. "Now."

I pushed past Nathaniel, not caring about the danger he represented, not caring about anything except the unconscious child in my arms. He could have stopped me—his men could have blocked my path—but…