Tark's entire body froze. His muscles were rigid, his breath trapped, his eyes stuck wide in shock. The dart's effect held him in a complete lock.
Lavayla exhaled shakily as she yanked the dart free from his temple. Her hands trembled, but she didn't stop. She reached for his wrist next. His claws were still buried deep in her thigh, and the moment she touched them, pain shot through her leg.
She clenched her jaw and pulled.
A raw cry tore out of her as the claws slid free. Blood streamed down her skin. The moment his hand disconnected, she leaned forward again and closed his eyes then collapsed backward against the tree, breath coming in sharp bursts.
'Host, breathe slowly. You're alright. I'm going to start healing you,' the system murmured, trying to soothe her.
Lavayla hissed through her teeth. "No, wait– Nessa… how long has it been?"
'Nine minutes and forty-two seconds… oh—the baby!'
