and over. “Don’t let her die in this place,” Philippe whispers from behind us. Nicholas gathers me up in his arms and carries me out of the Tower and into the fresh night air. He lays me gently onto the ground and tucks my cloak around me. I look up at him, but find my eyes wandering to the bright night sky above us. The stars tonight have never seemed so close; so near. I feel that, if I had the strength, I could pluck them from the sky like shiny plums from a tree. And give them to my love to remember me by. Nicholas nestles his head in the crook of my neck and sobs. I try to bring my hand up to stroke his hair, but the strength I need is lost to me, flowing out of my body with my blood. “The Elders are coming. Leave her; we have to get the princes to safety. We can tell the Elders that we found them dead, eaten by revenants.” Toliver pulls at Nicholas’s shoulder, but he shrugs him off. “I can’t leave her,” Nicholas whispers. I can no longer feel his arms around me or his tears tumbling onto my skin. My whole body is numb, my limbs no longer responding to my thoughts. I wish they did. I want to kiss him one last time, tell him that this wasn’t his fault and urge him to live enough for the both of us. But I can’t. A small hand enters my line of sight, Edward. “Nicholas, you will meet her again,” he says. Nicholas stares at the little boy. “I’ll hold my Lucinda again? Make her a vampire?” he asks. “Yes. She will be a great champion, but she won’t be called Lucinda. Her name will be Brianna.” The stars are so bright that now their light is all I see.