Callie
HEAVY SOBS WRACKED their way through me. The sound echoed in the tiny room, the concrete walls and floor closing in on me. I pressed my face into my pillow, trying to stifle my tears. I’d seen him. I’d been close enough to touch Toby, and instead, I’d shoved him away. Not just shoved him, I’d sent a blast of magic throwing him backwards. Was he hurt? Did I even have the right to ask that?
A soft knock sounded against my door. I froze, pressing a hand to my lips to muffle my ragged breath.
Be silent.
Be still.
I wouldn’t survive this if I couldn’t make myself small.
“It’s me,” Elijah whispered. He opened the door just a c***k, then slipped through closing it behind him. “You have to stop crying.”
I nodded but even as I did, a muffled hicuppy sound came out of my mouth and my
