ELENA'S POV
I crossed the room in three strides and put myself between her and the device's escalating light and grabbed her shoulders and looked at her face and she was already shaking her head.
"Elena…."
"There's another way," I said. "There has to be another…."
"There isn't," she said. Her voice was rough and completely certain and carried the particular quality of someone who had already thought through every option and arrived at this one a long time ago. "We both know there isn't."
"I'm not letting you…."
"You don't get to decide this," she said. "This is mine to decide."
The device blazed on her wrist. The white light had spread up her forearm, the binding pulling harder on her blood resonance, accelerating toward whatever threshold Morgana's second trigger had set.
I heard
