Soraya's POV
My heart stopped at Thorne's words. "What do you mean he won't wake up?" I asked, my voice trembling.
Thorne shifted uneasily. "I'm not certain, my lady. But according to the guards outside, they suspect he may have… taken his own life."
My eyes widened, disbelief washing over me. "What?"
He shook his head quickly. "I don't know for sure. But that's not the problem right now. This—" he glanced toward the door, voice lowering urgently "—this is the perfect opportunity to get you out of Silverfang. I'll lead you both out, then return to find out what happened. We must hurry."
But I couldn't move. My thoughts blurred. My breath grew shallow. The words Ethan won't wake up echoed in my head until they were all I could hear. Tears welled before I even realized it, slipping down my cheeks silently.
"My lady?" Asha's voice broke through, faint and distant. "Soraya?"
She touched my shoulder gently, and I flinched. "Are you all right?"
