Elena's POV

I know I am about to pass out before I actually do It is not dramatic.

There is no slow fade or peaceful slipping away. It starts with a strange buzzing in my ears, like someone turned on a bad radio station inside my skull. My fingers go numb first. Then my legs feel wrong. Heavy. Too far away from the rest of me.

Henry’s arm is still locked around my chest, but it feels distant now, like it belongs to someone else. The gun is still there. I know it is. I can feel the cold edge ...