“Dagan, you have to listen to me, all right?” My hands continued to move over his chest. Sealing the wound, lacing the skin together, fusing his organs into place once more. “Nothing is going to happen to you. You are my family. Do you hear me? I am not going to leave you—” “Arwen.” Griffin’s gutted voice behind me cracked my heart in two. “It’s too late.” “Don’t say that, don’t—” “He’s gone.”
