Book 9: Trail of Blood

Sarah

It’s freezing. The cold air bites into my skin as I roll downward uncontrollably, my body bouncing off rocks and through pockets of ice. 

My mind is in shambles alongside my heart. I don’t try to stop falling. I don’t have the strength, even if I wanted to. 

Ten years of hiding my powers… I didn’t know what else to do. I can’t control them like I used to. I have no idea where I landed, but I know I’m still close enough to Sydney that I feel his gut-wrenching despair, grief, and fury as I continue to roll downhill.

My head smashes against something hard and cold as I come to a rough, jolting stop, half of my body submerged in icy water. 

I look up at the clear blue morning, at the frost hugging the trees overhead. 

Death is better. Death means Gabriel is useless. Death means he’ll never find me, and Blake will be safe. 

Sydney and his family are safe at least as I close my eyes and demand the Go