...Raine...
Days after Cami's death, the floor is still stained with the blood from her fatal wound. A cruel reminder of my failings, of the family I lost. Eva had left her with me overnight, ensuring the image of her lifeless body was imprinted in my mind indefinitely. I had held and rocked her until her body turned icy cold, my tears falling and landing on her sallow skin through the night. But nothing happened, nothing changed; she was gone.
All of this was for nothing. Everyone told me these magical tales of my bloodline and what we were capable of. They spoke of how I was 'special' and 'gifted', yet I could save my best friend, my sister. I couldn't save the person who saved me. I failed her. My sweet Camille, the woman who took me in as a scared little girl, cared for me, loved me,
