Jennifer’s POV
The last thing I saw before the dark took me was Jack.
A blur of movement, the sharp sound of his voice cutting through the air — my name on his lips — and the frantic way his eyes widened as he rushed toward me. For a second, I thought I might stay conscious just to reach him, but then the world slipped too far away.
When awareness returned, it wasn’t quiet.
It was noise. So much noise.
“Is she alive?”
“She’s breathing, Cael, look—her chest is moving!”
“She looks like a doll. Like one of Aria’s dolls, but bigger.”
“Her hair is shiny.”
“Ronan, don’t touch her face!”
“But what if she’s dead?”
“She’s not dead!”
“She’s pretty. Can we keep her?”
The voices overlapped, one tumbling over the other until I couldn’t tell who was saying what. My head throbbed, my stomach
