Eve POV:
A wet laugh escaped me.
"You can't die, you little menace. I wouldn't know how to function without your random violence."
My magic surged again—but weaker than before.Thinner.More fragile.
Salem whimpered. Tiny. Broken.
My heart cracked.
"No no no—stay with me," I begged, voice rising. "Please stay with me—please—just—Salem, please!"
His pupils dilated.
His breaths grew shallow.
I pressed harder, pouring every ounce of magic I could muster into him. My body trembled violently from the effort.
"Come on!" I shouted, tears streaming down my face. "Come on, you stupid, snarky, beautiful creature—FIGHT!"
Lucius' voice was suddenly sharp.
"Eve, your magic—"
"I DON'T CARE!"
I poured more.
More.
More.
Until my vision swam.Until my arms burned.Until white-hot pain shot through my skull.
Marcus swore behind me.Drake whispered my name.Lucius cursed in a language older than time.
But I didn't stop.
I wouldn't stop.
Not until Salem—
