CHAPTER 202
The transition from the forest air to the sudden, artificial warmth of the foyer was almost more than Isabella's body could handle.
As the heavy doors thudded shut, the last of the adrenaline that had kept her upright simply evaporated.
Lucian didn't wait for her to ask. He swept her into his arms, shielding her against his chest. As he climbed the grand staircase, Isabella's head fell back against his shoulder, her eyes tracing the blurred patterns of the ceiling.
She felt drained—unnervingly so. A single hand. It had only been her right hand that had changed, a partial shift that had lasted mere minutes, yet it felt as though the marrow had been sucked from her bones.
Every muscle fiber hummed with a dull, sickening ache, and the heat in her arm is now been replaced by a bone-deep cold.
How? she wondered, her thoughts moving like sludge. She had seen Alphas shift their entire forms and stay in battle for hours.
