William dragged Marcus’s lifeless body through the portal, losing his footing as soon as he stepped out. His knees gave in and he dropped along with his friend, his head hurting so badly that he wished for death to come faster. He had used more energy than he could afford, and he could already feel his body struggling to compensate.
Staring at the inky sky, he wondered if Annabel would care if he died right now. She cared enough to warn him about the dagger; she cared enough not to kill him after he saved her from the Otherworld, so was there going to be a part of her that grieved as well?
“Oh my god, William!”
Somebody shook him and his eyes focused on their face. Camille stared down with worry, her eyes inspecting his body—she had no doubt noticed the imbalance in it, but there was n
