The last of her strength ebbed away, and she dropped wearily to her knees. Everything
hurt—her brain, her body, and her heart, but it was worth it. Flinch was dead.
With the strength of the psychic cage gone, he flopped back to the pavement. His skin was slowly darkening, slowly burning where Merry had burst into flame. But it didn't matter. His neck was broken, and he would not rise again. The sun was only finishing what she and Ethan had started.
She closed her eyes and took a deep breath. They'd won—together they'd won. She reached out to link but it was little more than a void—as if Ethan had never been a part of her.
Fear slammed into her heart. She pushed upright and staggered to his side. He didn't move. She dropped to her knees and frantically felt for a pulse.
Nothing. No pulse, no sign of life.
"Damn it, Ethan, don't you dare die on me!"
