Erick’s POV

Deborah's heartbeat was weak under Erick's hand. Each slow beat felt like the start of something terrible.

"No." The word burst from him, raw and clear. "No, you don't get to leave me. Not now. Not ever."

Silver light flashed across her skin like fading stars. Her special powers were using her up from the inside. The prophecy had warned about this: when different bloodlines mixed, it created something too strong for one person.

Her body was burning itself out, unable to ...