Sebastian's POV.

The world is white and cold and sharp.

It cuts, and all I can think is that somewhere beyond all of that is Beatrice, helpless. Gigi buries her head in my shoulder. Lucas swears. Lydia stumbles into us.

I keep my feet planted and will myself not to let this wicked wind win.

Somehow, staring into the face of this...creature that had once been a girl just like my sister, strengthens my will rather than terrify it. I don't ...