Chapter 100: Losing Her

Killian’s POV

I paced back and forth with my arms crossed together, waiting for Drystan to call us back. Behind me, Giselle sat in silence, her gaze fixed on the empty hallway, waiting for someone to appear and call us.

The minutes ticked by, each one feeling like an eternity. My brows are furrowed with worry, my mind racing with a thousand possible scenarios, each one more dire than the last. I couldn’t rest until I knew that Astrid was safe.

Giselle, too, felt the weight of the wait, her hands clasped tightly in her lap, her knuckles turning white with the strain.

“How long have we been waiting here?” I asked Giselle as I grew more and more impatient.

Giselle glanced down at her phone, her expression pensive. “It’s been over two hours,” she murmured as her brows furrowed in confusion.

Two hours? Something doesn’t feel right. It wouldn’t take the doctor two hours to explain his diagnosis, wouldn’t he?

My heart sank as I ran a hand through my hair, a frustrated sigh escaping