Hearing Isiah's voice echo so vividly in her ears sent a violent wave of goosebumps across Lexie's skin.
She flinched violently, desperately crossing her arms over her chest to grip her own shoulders in a pathetic attempt to ground herself.
Her dreams were never this vivid. The icy bite in his voice, the distinct scent of blood and ash clinging to his clothes, and the crushing, suffocating energy surrounding him were far too real to be a hallucination.
Lexie swallowed hard, her throat raw and dry, waiting several seconds to gather enough breath to speak.
Before she could form a word, a intense wave of motion sickness swept over her, her head spinning from the blinding speed at which they tore through the night sky.
Having been threatened with total destruction if Ciel suffered any harm, Jaffar poured every ounce of his strength into the flight, determined to return his master to the border before the child succumbed.
Lexie was severely deteriorating.
