The knife flashed in Elena’s hand, and for a second Raven couldn’t move. The girl kneeling on the warehouse floor wasn’t just her best friend, she was the only person who had ever reminded her she wasn’t just chaos. The only one who anchored her to something human.

Now Elena was aiming to carve that anchor out of her chest.

“Elena don’t,” Raven whispered, voice cracking like broken glass.

But Elena lunged.

Instinct overruled grief. Raven rolled, the blade kissing concrete ...