" I crumple, my palm skating along the tree’s frozen face as I plop to the ground.
“Alyssa?” Morpheus crouches beside me in an instant. He catches my chin and forces me to look at him. “Are you feeling anemic again?”
I struggle to breathe. It grates inside my chest, like inhaling angry bees. Blood creeps into my throat and gags me.
Morpheus’s jeweled markings flash through an anxious kaleidoscope of colors. "

― A.G. Howard , Ensnared (Splintered, #3)