I lifted my head one last time to look at her. And suddenly, I understood how she must have felt seven years ago. At the edge of death, at the final moment of a lifetime—I was just like she had been. Humble. Helpless. Begging for the person I loved to turn around and look at me. Just once.
But she didn't. Seven years ago, I never turned back. Seven years later, neither did she.
As darkness swallowed me, the only voice I heard was a stranger's.
"Serena, what the hell are you doing!" Third Master's roar cut through the noise. "Alex gave you his heart to save your life! If you can't be grateful, fine—but do you really need to kill him twice to be satisfied?!"
