Evelina’s POV
“NO!” I screamed, thrashing wildly. I could save him. I could have used my powers. I should have used them. “Gabriel!” I screamed his name, unable to explain the terror seizing me.
Vincent tightened his grip around my waist, his hand clenching my skin through the fabric of my clothes as he pulled himself and me up into the jet while I struggled against him. My heart pounded in my chest, every beat echoing in my ears.
I moved to the edge, but Vincent pulled me back sharply.
“We need to save him!” I exclaimed, unable to explain the tears stinging to my eyes.
In that moment, I couldn’t help but picture Gabriel as he’d shielded me. As he’d taken the brunt of the fall when we’d portalled to the park the night before. Even the way he’d pulled my father out of the bathroom desp
