I OPENED MY hand. Ash and dust fell out.
I felt the power draining from my body, but when I looked at Grey, I could still see the souls—Grey’s flickering golden light and Wellebourne’s dark void.
Wellebourne reached out to me, begging. Even as I watched, I could see Grey’s soul growing stronger. I’d destroyed pieces of Wellebourne—the part that made him immortal, and a part of his soul. Now he was inside a body that wasn’t his, partial and weak.
I walked over the broken bodies of the dead until I was directly across from him. When I looked into Grey’s eyes, I could still see the flickering soul of Wellebourne inside.
“I don’t want to die,” Wellebourne whispered.
I leaned in closer. “Do it anyway.”