I wasn't too late. I wasn't too late to save him, to resurrect him, like I'd been with my family. But I didn't want the resurrected version of my Kason, whatever that might be. I wanted him.

I spread my fingers out over his chest, searching for a heartbeat. "Kason? Kason, wake up. You can't leave me." Tears burned the back of my throat. I couldn't do this again. I couldn't lose someone else I loved and house my frozen, black heart in solitude. That wasn't who I wanted to be ...