Calla's pov "I've heard about it," I whisper as I pat the towel on Tiberius's sweaty face. " They're coming to help." He coughs, blood painting on his lips. My heart sank as I look at the crimson staining the lips I've kissed many times. "Obsidian Ridge," he coughs once more. I lean closer to him, soothing him as I place my hand on his chest. " Do you think she's there?" I whisper, my heart poundi