Kaelen'S POV
I stared down at the small, crumpled, and barefoot woman wearing a torn nightgown. She looked like a wraith; a ghost come back to haunt us. Only the slight rise and fall of her shoulders told me she was alive—until she said my name.
My name on Elara’s lips sent a shock of emotion through me—a mix of relief and disbelief, and something else. She’d been pushed out a window, a fall that would kill any supernatural without the ability of flight. I’d searched for her broken form on the jagged rocks below, scouring them to find her body, and coming up empty-handed.
In those minutes of searching, the reality of our situation sunk deep into my bones. Elara was gone. Without her we were doomed.
A few days ago, when she first left us, I thought I’d come to that same conclusion. I’d
