Tingling formed at the back of Heaven’s head, drawing her from the darkness to which she’d surrendered. She couldn’t have dozed off but a few minutes. Layne was dead, but his body still radiated with heat. It wouldn’t be long before that heat disappeared forever.
It felt like someone had punched a hole in her chest and ripped out her heart. She gave in to the pain as cries caught in her throat. She couldn’t ignore the ugly truth. The man created to protect her was dead. Her Keeper—no, her best friend—was dead.
All the horrifying details replayed in her mind. The way the Benders had attacked him, using their kinetic abilities to inflict him with so much pain, it vibrated their connection. Nate knew killing him would weaken her.
Heaven fought the urge to look at Layne. His bruised and b**
