Ravenna's POV
I blinked through the waves of pain. "You can't fix a corpse," I whispered. "He is a dead man. I can't bring him back."
His finger twitched on the trigger. "Do something."
"There's nothing I can do." I insisted.
He stepped closer, the barrel pressing into my skin. "Then I'll make you watch what happens when you fail me."
I should've been terrified. But in that one moment, I just felt empty. Tired. My body hurt too much to care.
My survival instinct was at war with my conscience. If I dared to help Sylvan today out of fear, I would be unleashing into the world an evil that cannot be tamed or held down. If I had to die in order to keep people safe, then—
"Fine, do what you want." I stood there, my face a perfect mask of resignation. "Anyways, I don't have
