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"I need you too, you heartless bastard," I choked out, my eyes opening when he brushed a long kiss to my cheek. I scanned his drawn, bloodstained face, suddenly desperate for every last sight of him, and cursing myself for wasting even a second. "Ineedyou. We can stop this. I have magic, and Harvey can heal—"
"He tried, just now, honey," Wynvail murmured, stroking my face with gentle thumbs. His face was thinner than it had been minutes ago, his skin sallow and sick. "It's over." But he smiled. "I might have given him what he wanted, but now that he's free? You can kill him. You have your mates all back. You can do it; I know you can."
Wynvail leaned forward and kissed me, so gentle and slow, a direct contrast to our kiss in Alphaven when I stole his knife. A wail tore my chest apart, strangled and low, when he pulled back. "Make him pay, honey."
"Not without you," I argued, holding him tighter, my breathing escalating. "Don't you dare leave. Don't you fuckingdare."
He made a quiet sound in reply, little more than a sigh, and dropped his head on my shoulder. Cold—he was so cold.
"After all this shit you put us through, you have to stay and make amends. Youhaveto."
Wynvail slumped into me, a bout of weakness making my soul entirely numb. I couldn't feel him at all. Oh, gods, I couldn't feel him.
"Wynvail?"I cried when his next breath rattled. No. Please no.
"I'm so obsessed with you," he murmured, his head falling off my shoulder, too heavy, too limp.
"I'm obsessed with you, too," I choked out, grabbing whatever magic I had and tearing it up and out of me. "Hold on. I can save you."
My curse marks flashed red in response to my turmoil, and blood power thrashed inside me, too, rising instantly to my call. I threw both into Wynvail, pumped them into his bloodstream, and surged into his heart. The beats were so slow, so faint, but I poured magic into him until I grew dizzy, waiting for his next heartbeat to circulate the magic around his body, waiting…
Waiting…
My hands shook. A shrill, broken sound built in my throat. My entire soul was numb. I screwed my eyes shut and clutched him close.
"Shit," Kai swore softly.
"The house is collapsing," Emlyn whispered, gravel shifting. I jumped at the sound, clutching Wynvail tighter. I refused to accept what Kai's soft breath meant, what my own magic told me as it flowed back into my body. Every drop of magic was laced with pain. He was—he couldn't be—
"Haley," Wane rasped, brushing my shoulder.
I flinched, my eyes flying wide—
My gaze flinched away from the sight of Wynvail's slack, empty face, flying up to the red-stained sky.
"No," I whimpered, rocking him in my arms. "Wyn—"
"We need to go," Kai murmured.
"No!"
"We'll bring him with us," he said gently. "It's okay, my rose."
Nothing was okay. Wynvail was—he—
I howled, my chest cracking in two.
"I'll carry him," Emlyn said softly when my voice cracked. "I’ll keep him safe, Hales."
My bottom lip wobbled. I didn't want to let go of him. My fingers dug into Wynvail's arms, but I jumped with a cry when he slid from my grasp. No, he—
His body just … collapsed, turning to ash in my fingers. A moment later the ash turned to nothing. There was nothing left. I stared at my empty hands, a scream burning my throat.
"What is made can be unmade," Kai breathed, horror stricken.
"What?" Harvey demanded in a snarl.
"That's … that’s part of what it says on Haley's back. The prophecy."
