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"I’m fine," I lied, andtoo ods have in them? The same as mortals? How much could they live without?

"I didn’t know," he whispered "I thought-- Ava said--"

"It’s not your fault" I shakily brushed ainst his He tasted like rain "None of this is your fault I should’ve never trusted her I should’ve never left you I’m sorry"

He kissed me back weakly "Was that--was that baby"

A lued a watery smile At least Henry knew "I na different if you’d like"

"No" He coughed, and a few droplets of blood stained his lips "It’s perfect So are you"

I leaned against his chest, putting as oodbye like this Not to Henry, not to our life together, none of it I wasn’t ready, and Milo deserved to have a father I hadn’t had one growing up, and like hell would I let him experience that same emptiness and uncertainty He deserved more than that He deserved to have a faan to spin Henry’s ht I’d have a son" His voice treainst the dizziness,to have er than this" My vision blurred, and I struggled to look around us Where was everyone? Why couldn’t they feel the life drain from Henry the way I could?

Because it wasn’t his life I felt draining away It was mine

"Kate? Henry?"

My mother’s voice washed over me, and I let out an exhausted sob "Mo waro, sweetheart," she ot you"

I couldn’t force h He was cold now, his eyes wide and unblinking, and his chest was still Gods didn’t need to breathe, but Henry always had His heart had always beaten, but now I saw no hint of a pulse

He was dead