The princes stood in a tense silence, their hands clenched, their eyes filled with a fierce determination. They had tried to argue with the healer—tried to convince her that they could save Evie. That they had to do something, anything, before it was too late. But the healer's warnings fell on deaf ears. Her words about the darkness and light—of forces never meant to coexist—had left them cold. They couldn't just stand by and watch.

"We'll find a way," Sol had said through gritted teeth. "There has to be something we can do!" His voice was desperate, a sharp edge of panic creeping through, his eyes betraying the storm raging inside him.

But just as the tension reached its peak, a scream—a gut-wrenching, agonized scream—ripped through the air from the infirmary. The sound was so raw, so filled with pain, that it struck them all to their core.

"Evie!" Seth's voice was primal, the name tearing from him as if it were the last breath he'd ever take. Without a second thought, they all moved as one, rushing toward the infirmary with their hearts pounding in their chests.

Inside, the scene was chaos. Evie was thrashing on the bed, her body convulsing against the restraints the healers had placed on her. Her face was twisted in agony, her body wracked with spasms as if the very magic inside her was tearing her apart. The healers were struggling to hold her down, but the force of her magic was too much, too wild.

"Evie!" Rowan's voice cracked as he rushed forward, his hands trembling as he reached for her.

His heart broke seeing her in such torment, and the world seemed to blur around him as he called her name again, more urgently this time.

The princes gathered around her, hands reaching out to touch her, to soothe her in whatever way they could. The moment their fingers brushed her skin, the wild thrashing eased, her movements slowing, and her breathing became a little less erratic.

But it was brief.

As soon as their hands left her, her body began to convulse once more, and her screams pierced the air, louder and more agonizing than before.

The healers quickly stepped back, eyes wide with concern.

"What's happening?" Jace asked, his voice barely a whisper, his worry suffocating him. He was on the edge of falling apart, but he held himself together, watching his brothers, waiting for any sign that they could fix this.

The healer turned to them, her expression solemn, but there was understanding in her gaze. "She's finding balance," she said softly, her voice edged with both awe and sorrow. "Her energy is seeking stability through you. You are powerful enough to be the anchors, to guide her through this storm."

It took only a moment for the princes to understand what they needed to do.

They exchanged a brief glance, unspoken words passing between them as they moved in sync.

Rowan was the first to place his hand gently on her chest, a soft whisper of magic flowing between them as he tried to draw her back from the edge.

Seth was next, his hand hovering just above her shoulder, the heat of his flames contained, not burning, but stabilizing. He channeled his fire into something steady, something that would give her strength.

Sol's touch was grounding, his magic calm but strong, wrapping around her in a protective embrace. He placed his hand on her leg, connecting with her through the bond they all shared.

Jace's hand was last, resting on her forehead. His touch was gentle, his magic flowing like a soft current, his presence the calming balm she needed in this chaos.

Slowly, almost imperceptibly, the thrashing stopped. The scream died in her throat, and her breathing, while still labored, became less erratic. The princes felt it immediately—the shift, the release. It was as if the storm inside her had started to calm, just enough to give her a moment of peace.

The healer stepped forward, her hands moving over Evie's body as she checked for any signs of further distress. Her face softened as she touched Evie's pulse, a small sigh of relief escaping her lips. "She's out of danger," she said quietly. "The balance is stabilizing. She will wake up tomorrow."

The princes remained where they were, their hands still gently resting on her, unwilling to pull away just yet. The relief that washed over them was immense, yet it came with a lingering sense of exhaustion.

Jace lowered his head, his forehead resting against her hand as he breathed deeply. "Thank you," he whispered, his voice raw with emotion. His brothers nodded in agreement, all of them silently grateful, but still haunted by the sight of her pain.

They stayed there for a long time, surrounding her with their presence, watching over her as she finally slipped into a deeper, more restful sleep. And though the room was calm, the princes knew this was just the beginning—Evie still had a long way to go, and they would be there every step of the way.

But for now, she was safe. And that was all that mattered. ______________________________

Story is about to end🥺 Its been a long journey with you guys!!! Should I write another Book!!??