Elsa
"You can’t fight them," Adam said, his voice strained with worry. His eyes, still full of pain and fear, searched mine. I nodded, knowing he was right.
"I know," I replied, trying to sound calm, though my heart was racing. "But I can put a bullet in William’s head. I saved some just for him, and until I do that, I’m not leaving." My words were heavy with resolve. I had come too far, endured too much, to leave without finishing what I had started.
Adam’s hand tightened weakly around my arm, his desperation clear. He didn’t want to let me go, but before he could protest further, a Delta from our group came to help him and my father toward the safety of the car. Adam glanced back at me, his eyes pleading, but he was too weak, too drained from the silver and the Duskbloom vines to stop
