CHAPTER 87 A SURPRISE ASSAULT

CLAIRE. My heart pounded in my chest as I reminisced over the word. I didn't like what I was hearing right now, and I hoped that this wasn't true, that this was just a way to pull my legs, but I knew it wasn't. Critical condition? I asked myself again before glancing back at Declan, who was still sprawled on the floor. He was motionless and didn't move at all. My heart continued to beat erratically like a trapped bird, frantic and desperate to break free from its cage of worry. Seeing him there, not moving at all, made me want to lose my head. A cold fear gripped me instantly with its icy fingers as I continued to look at him. I didn't want to ask the dreaded, forbidden question that I had been holding in for a long time now, but I guessed it was time to ask. I desperately prayed that it wasn't what I thought of. I turned to the witch, who looked as worried as I was. "Is he the chosen one?" I asked her, glancing back to look at Declan. I was so freaking scared. A