Ravenna's POV
They brought the little girl close to me like an offering for a demonic ceremony. But what was the difference between what I was about to do and pure evil?
Once placed on the cold, sterile table, the little girl shuffled closer to me as if expecting warmth from me. I didn't want to look down at her, but I couldn't help it. Tiny legs, soft eyes, and a halo of dark curls sticking to her forehead. The room felt even colder when she entered. It was as if even the walls realized how wrong this was.
Sylvan lay motionless on the opposite table, tubes running from his arms into the machines humming beside him. His skin was pale, like candle wax melting too slowly. His breathing was getting slower, even with the ventilator. He was dying. My chest tightened, and I contemplat
