AARON POV
The hospital waiting room was a purgatory of sterile walls and fluorescent lights that buzzed faintly, a sound I was sure would haunt me for the rest of my life. Every tick of the clock made my skin crawl. I wanted to tear it off the wall and throw it across the room. How could time keep moving forward when Amber was lying on an operating table, her life hanging by a thread?
This was supposed to be Christmas Eve—our first Christmas Eve with her. Instead, we were here, drenched in her blood, pacing and praying to the Moon Goddess to let her wake up.
I couldn’t sit still. Alek paced back and forth like a man possessed, his hands flexing into fists at his sides. Alan leaned against the window, his broad shoulders tense as he stared out into the night, probably replaying every
