She shook her head. “I’m not giving up on you yet, girl. I’ll keep pushing Granny. There has to be something she isn’t telling me. Something that doesn’t involve…”

“Don’t.” I knew what she wanted to say. It wasn’t an option. Not now, not ever. “He’s going to be okay. We’ll just have to figure it out.”

A silent but powerful understanding passed between us. Her eyes flashed with a determination I hadn’t seen since the night after my dad’s funeral, when she dragged me out of my depression, kicking and screaming. “What can I do to help Felix in the meantime?”

We needed to think positive. Plan. “Actually, could you find medicine? Antibiotics? Leave them in my truck, so when we do figure out a way out of here, we can dose Felix before we even take him to the hospital.”

Brynn nodded, happy to have a job. And honestly, thinking logically about things and making a plan helped me feel a thousand times better. It gave me some control over the situation. “I’ll do anything for you, Sav. I mean it.”

I gave her a smile, feeling a bit more hopeful than I had in the last two days. Maybe we would be okay. Maybe. I pressed my hand to the glass, and she mirrored the motion. In silence, I willed her and myself to have faith. Credence.

“Savannah!” Luther’s strained voice cut through the silence. Even Brynn craned her head to see what was going on. “Savannah!”

I dropped Theo’s hand and turned towards the stairs. My heart sank as I realized Luther was racing down the stairs with a boneless Felix in his arms. He wasn’t moving, and his face was paler than I’d ever seen.

Luther sprinted over to the window, laid Felix on the floor, and immediately turned Felix’s head back to listen for breathing. I realized at once what he was doing. “What the fuck happened?”

He puffed breath into Felix’s lungs, then began pumping on his chest. “I was holding his wrist and his heart just stopped. It just fucking stopped, Sav.”

I sank to my knees in front of Felix’s chest, ready to take over for Luther when he tired. I wasn’t going to give up on him. Not fucking yet. He looked so empty, sprawled across the floor. Just Felix, stripped down to nothing. Lifeless.

Was he…

No. No.

I wasn’t ready to lose Felix to a stupid fucking curse. “Brynn, call a fucking ambulance!”

Luther met my gaze, realizing how deadly serious I was. “Sweetheart…”