*Xavier's POV*

Back in the hospital room, I settle into the chair beside Eleanor's bed. The harsh fluorescent lights make everything look sterile and cold, but they can't hide how beautiful she is.

Even bruised and bandaged, but damn, shes gorgeous. Her silver hair spreads across the white pillow like moonlight on snow. Her skin is pale, almost translucent, making the dark lashes that rest against her cheeks stand out. There's something almost otherworldly about her ...