Soft blue light misted from between my lips. I touched it to my palms, and it scraped all the pain away into nothingness. Gone, leaving an empty feeling behind it, as if I were missing something I had relied on for the last two years-the guilt I'd made tangible. The rest of my body, however, still throbbed and leaked too much blood, and my iced-up heart was still under Ty's spell.
I dug my hand into a drawer and curled it around something weighty and sharp. Memories of my own sobs that night tumbled through my head, a bloodied knife clutched in my hand, my family dead because I couldn't save them. But I could avenge them. And I would. I would make this desperate world a better, brighter, happier place.
But my body objected and dropped me to the floor. With the handle of a cleaver-not a
