YELENA

I looked up at Daniel.

He looked wretched. His eyes were shot through with angry red veins, the kind that come from crying until the salt burns your skin.

He looked down at Marie, and fresh tears slipped down his cheeks, landing on the cold hospital floor.

"Use my blood!" he yelled again. His voice was raw, cracking under the weight of his own guilt. "I did this to her... I’m going to be the one to correct it. Please, Miss Moonrack."

I shook my head, my hands trembling as I held ...