Nichole Giles is the author of young adult fantasy with strong romantic elements and clean to PG-13 ratings.
Kye’s white shirt is drenched with blood. It pools on the smooth, black floor of the cave, soaks my knees, and ruins the silk dress I bought in New York just yesterday. A river of it runs into his golden hair until it’s orange and sticky. He’s so still, so broken.
I’ve always known it’s my destiny to give in to death while healing someone else. That’s the one lesson Gram taught me that actually stuck. I just never imagined the day would come before my eighteenth birthday. No amount of childhood training—no crystals, herbs, or healing energy—will give back the life slowly draining away...
My cell phone buzzes as I scramble out of bed and bolt toward the bathroom to pay homage to the porcelain throne. Pain clenches my insides, leaving me moaning. I could swear I spend more time doubled over, wishing to throw up, than I spend upright—or even lying flat. And there’s no telling what tomorrow will bring.
Except more of the same symptoms. Val promises me there will be lots more of this.
The phone buzzes again...