We could've had something perfect, but it just wasn't meant to be.
If Puck was dead, my world would become as cold and lifeless as the darkest night in the Winter Court. And if I had let Ariella die a second time, it would've been better if the Wolf had left me to drown, because the pain would do more than crush me this time—it would kill me.
Pulling out the chain, I closed my fingers around Zeke's cross, closing my eyes. The edges pressed into my palm as I remembered, forcing myself to recall what he'd told me once. You're not evil, he had whispered, those bright, solemn blue eyes staring into me, peeling away every defense. No one who fights so hard to do the right thing is evil.