Sierra’s POV
Tears trailed down my cheeks as I watched my dad fade into the distance, but I couldn’t break down now. Right now, I needed to avert Aaron quickly. His figure grew increasingly opaque, meaning I was running out of time. Turning back around, Ipri was still kneeling beside Aaron, the glimmer of the silver dagger flashing in my eyes. Tearing towards him, I fell to my knees beside him. Time seemed to restart because Ipri was now sniffling.
"I have to take this out," I told her, taking hold of the dagger.
"No! He’ll bleed out!" Ipri protested.
"He already is, but I can save him," I replied, pulling on the dagger and listening to it squelch as it slipped out of Aaron’s soft skin.
"Ready?" I asked Brooklyn, hoping she could focus long enough to help me. "I need you."
"Oka
