I didn’t sleep.

Couldn’t.

How could I, when Raven lay there unmoving, her skin cold and too pale for someone so full of fire?

The moon had shifted across the sky by now, shadows crawling across the floor in long fingers. The rhythmic beeping of the machines was the only sound, the only sign she was still tethered to this world.

I sat by her side, elbows on my knees, hands clasped together so tight the bones ached. Every so often, I reached out just to touch her — to convince myself she was still here. Still breathing.

But it wasn’t enough.

Not nearly enough.

Her scent — once wild...