“She loves me.”
“I know.”
The last answer broke.
I saw it.
Felt it.
She hated Georgia’s pain almost as much as her own.
That was why Destiny would always be better than the stories people had tried to turn her into.
“I won’t be her villain,” she whispered. “But I won’t let you make me your ghost either.”
I reached for her before I thought better of it.
Pain flashed, but I ignored it.
My fingers caught her hand this time, not her wrist.
She should have pulled away.
She didn’t.
The room narrowed.
Her hand in mine.
Warm.
Real.
Alive.
So damn alive.
“I don’t know how to undo this without hurting everyone,” I said.
Her eyes softened despite herself.
“You already are.”
There it was.
No mercy.
All mercy.
I tried to sit up.
Stupid.
Very stupid.
Pain tore through me so viciously my vision went white. The monitor shrieked its disapproval. Destiny moved instantly, nurse before woman, hands pressing carefully against my shoulders.
“Stop,” she hissed. “Are you insane?”
