Elina’s POV

What could be more bitter than knowing you were the cause of your loved one’s suffering, yet unable to help—or even stand by them?

Worse, the power to cure Ryan was inside me, but I didn’t know how to use it. It sat there, useless, like a locked door I couldn’t open.

To say I felt like shit was an understatement. That word was way too small for the storm tearing me up inside.

Adam hovered ...