Whatever theories she might have had about why Aidan Waite appeared in front of her, kissed her, and told her that his heart was hers -- whatever wild, insane guesses her boggled mind could have made, her body was faster at shutting itself down. Despite the clearly visible muscle on her frame, her grip on his arms was tenuous at best. She was trying - she really was trying - but he was getting farther away, and her vision was narrowing to a small point, and try as she might, she couldn't keep him with her.
"Aidan," she said, desperation mingled with command that still came through in the softness of her voice. It was supposed to have been a yell. The strangest sense of weightlessness came over her, but she didn't have long to experience it before it, too, went dark.