"Are you really going to do it?" Aiden questioned in a whisper, leaning back against the wall. His voice didn't show any sort of pain, which gave relief to me.
"I have to," I ran a hand through Dylan's hair, mentally counting each second that passed, waiting for him to open his eyes. All the wounds were gone, now he just looked as if he was sleeping.
"Don't you think you're rushing into this?" Dawn asked from our cell. And I thanked God that Alaric and Grey were outside because otherwise I wouldn't have had time to tell them about the decision I had made.
"Would you rather stay here and die?" I asked shooting them both a glance. From the angle I was sitting in, I could see Emory, Finley, and Isaac. They hadn't said anything, and while Finley and Isaac held a tranquil expression, not sho
