EMBER’S POV
“I hate to say it, but I told you so,” Rafael says softly. “He is gone, and he is never coming back.”
I don’t move.
My knees are in the snow and my hands are numb and the tears have frozen to tracks on my cheeks, and I am so far...
EMBER’S POV
“I hate to say it, but I told you so,” Rafael says softly. “He is gone, and he is never coming back.”
I don’t move.
My knees are in the snow and my hands are numb and the tears have frozen to tracks on my cheeks, and I am so far...