Nora's POV
My fingers tighten around James's hand with desperate force, nails digging deep enough to leave marks on his pale skin. The word hangs in the air between us like a death sentence, but I won't let it settle there.
"Absolutely not." My voice cuts through the suffocating silence that has fallen over the room. I blink hard, trying to clear the buzzing noise that has started up in my ears, drowning out everything except my own thundering heartbeat. This cannot be how our story ends.
James will not remain trapped in this nightmare existence, caught between the living and the dead.
And he sure as hell is not going to die on my watch.
"Is there any way to undo what's been done?" James's voice is strained, each word seeming to cost him tremendous effort.
