Nora's POV
"Mr. King?" Robbie struggles to sit upright, his eyelids fluttering as he fights to focus his vision. He draws in a sharp breath and tilts his head, confusion etched across his features. "Mrs. King? What is... what..."
His gaze sweeps the room frantically. "Am I in your house?"
"Yes," I respond immediately, extending my hand toward him. "Thank you for taking the time to visit us."
"Oh, of course," he stammers, accepting my handshake. The moment our skin makes contact, I locate his pulse point and close my eyes, silently counting each heartbeat. Robbie initially attempts to withdraw his hand but ceases struggling as my magical influence takes hold of his consciousness.
