I wrench my eyes open, then, and look down at myself, at my legs – Blood – blood everywhere – Oh my god. I rip my eyes back to Cora’s face. “Cora,” I demand. “Cora, take it.” “Ella!” I hear his voice as I plead with my sister, hear it somewhere across the square, but I can’t look now – She’

The professionals murmur to each other as they work, speaking in a medical language I can’t comprehend. It's almost more than I can do to stand still, helpless. I have basic medic experience, of course, but I know that her life is in their hands, not mine. And it kills me to realize that, to stand h

Sinclair growls a little, irritated, but then does as his brother asks and turns towards the television. To his surprise, it’s an image of Cora. Sinclair blinks, paying more attention now to the words that scroll across the screen, to the picture of Cora glowing with a bright white light, her claspe

“Go,” I command, not looking at them. “I do this alone.” I hear them murmur something to each other and then slip from the room, closing the door behind them. I take a long moment, then, to look at my mate. To lean forward, pressing a kiss to her precious forehead. “I’m coming to meet you, trouble

My eyes fly open and I draw a deep breath, pulling my face away from hers – needing to see, but desperately scared that if we stop – if I interrupt this, that she’ll fade away –But no. I freeze, my arms wrapped tight around her body, pressing her to me, staring up at her shocked face which is vivid