Chapter 67:Desperate Measures

(Alexander's POV) Grace lay in the sterile hospital bed, her frail form almost swallowed by the stark whiteness of the sheets. Her once-vibrant beauty was now a shadow of itself, her skin stretched painfully tight over her bones. The silver poisoning wracked her body, faint metallic streaks snaking under her translucent skin. Every so often, a low groan of pain escaped her lips, sending another dagger of helplessness through my chest. I sat hunched in a chair beside her, unable to look away. My hand twitched, clenching and unclenching as if there might somehow be something I could do to fix this. But there wasn’t. I was left with nothing but the sight of my mate burning alive in her own skin, tormented from the inside out. And no matter how hard I tried to bury them, Scarlett’s emerald eyes and cruelly mocking words haunted me. She was untouchable. Her power loomed large, casting me in shadow. But that wasn’t the worst part. I had nothing to offer Grace—not comfort, not healing, an