CHAPTER TWENTY-TWOMiracle
I sit back, empty inside, and stare at her face. It's composed in death, none of the horror from her last moments apparent.
I can’t believe she’s dead, I think woodenly. After all that. After three new cylinders, my new control over my powers, and I still couldn’t save her.
Another tear drops to the ground, the salty water spotting the dirt, but no cylinder pops up. It looks like I’ll only get two cylinders of each type.
I stare at that dark blotch on the ground, thinking of anything I could have done differently. But then I raise my hands to look at them. Do I just have more control over my healing power? Or can I do more with it now?
I'm reaching for Celeste’s hand in an instant. As I come in contact with her cold skin, I will the energy to leave me and e
