Book 9: Help From Another Realm

Sydney

Two days have passed. I’m not sure how. Every minute feels exactly like the last; achingly slow. 

I’m doing what I do best–deflecting. Finding other things to do besides sit at Sarah’s bedside and move between begging her on my knees to wake up and being angry at her for putting us in this position. 

The wound on her arm is horrendous. Wide, gnarled, and barely healing despite using my healing powers. Gabriel left his mark so deep, it took Cosette over three hours to cut it out. 

But now, Sarah’s free of him. He will never touch her again. He will never even lay eyes on her, and I’ll see to that myself. 

Right now, however, I’m sitting on the steps in the foyer with my head in my hands while Cosette paces back and forth, her short footsteps sending a clacking echo through the room. 

I haven’t slept in three days, at least. Longer, I think. I’ve lost all concept of time. 

“They should be h